NOT FULFILED

"Your coat, boss," Madrigal said, hanging it inside the car after collecting it from one of Andallio's masked men. "Thank you—weirdo," Madrigal commented in a lower tone, but Brandon could hear him clearly.

"Ha-aha why did you call them weird?" Brandon asked entering the car. "The masks seem shady to me; what’s that scent on your coat?"

Brandon unhooked his coat and sniffed the scent. "Oh—it must be Herveaux; he hugged me out of, I don’t know, uncontrollable emotion. Drive me home," he responded, hanging the coat and planting himself on the seat, leaving out a stressed exhaust sigh as he waited for Madrigal to get the car moving.

"Hey man, what’s wrong? Hit the brakes, let’s move." Brandon tapped him and moved closer. He saw Esmeralda and Hailey whipping in each other's ears, and Esmeralda was coming in their direction.

"You came this far; will you be okay?" Brandon whispered into his ears as he stood still, holding the car's steering wheel. "I should be; why is she coming here?
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