"What a sissy..." Lord Caliber said as he went inside his office. He first removed his beloved robe, sporting his casual black t-shirt and matching jeans. He was a bit pent up and thought he could relieve himself. A shame he couldn't taste that woman the Holy Mother gave to Father Raphael.

"He should just cut it off and become a sister. He's not using it..." he bellowed.

Sitting at his desk, he looked at his email, which was flooded with messages from the same person, Cardinal Marley. He left his phone behind in his office because he didn't want to disturb the meeting. He checked his phone, which was riddled with a puzzling message from Cardinal Marley. Finally, he checked his 247 missed calls, and it was the same caller—

"What the fuck is this guy's problem?!" Lord Caliber yelled as they immediately called him back. A few seconds later, someone answered, “You have reached the phone of Dr. Geoffrey Marlo. May I ask who is calling?” a female voice responded.

Lord Caliber was worried about hearing another woman’s voice, “Who is this?” he demanded.

"I am his wife, Dr. Meghan Marlo. He was at the award ceremony tonight and collapsed before everyone." She sounded genuinely concerned. “I took his phone, and I called his emergency contacts.”

“Is he hurt?” Lord Caliber probed.

The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

“No, but he is resting at my hospital,” Meghan updated.

“Okay, I need to get off the phone--”

“Wait, if you want to see him, I’ll give you the hospital’s address,” Meghan insisted.

Lord Caliber tried to keep his cool as he felt anxious, "There's no need. I'll call him later."

“Okay, but just in case you change your mind,” Meghan said.

He didn’t want to tell everything that happened, but he kept it short, “He’ll give me a call.” He then hung up on Meghan.

Or was she Meghan?

This was Cardinal Marley's private number, and he would never tell anyone about his clients. Even in the eyes of death, he would keep his status as a member and his clients a secret.

Lord Caliber rose from his chair again and intently looked at his phone. He was furious at the sole possible outcome as he threw the phone against the wall and shattered it. He got things and left our office using his secret passage behind a file cabinet that acted as a mini elevator down the garage.

He hurriedly made his way to his black Rolls Royce Phantom, only to be stopped by a voluptuous woman dressed as a sexy secretary.

“I was about to cum; see you, my Lord,” she sinfully greeted.

"I don't have time for this, bitch! I have to go!” Lord Caliber blew off as he opened the trunk and threw his stuff inside.

The secretary dropped the sexy act as she was stunned, “Hey, what happened up there?” she asked.

“I have to go, Sabrina. This is an emergency." Lord Caliber, being vague, shuts the trunk.

"Okay. But I need to remind you that you have a shipment of fresh meat in about 20 minutes." His secretary Sabrina reminded.

“Handle it!” Lord Caliber said as he went in his car and immediately drove off, leaving Sabrina behind.

“Passing up some alone time with me for a family meeting? Then it must be serious,” Sabrina mocked.