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02: Chopper

Entering the Rolls-Royce parked outside the Quod, Mew unbuttoned one of his buttons, raking his hair in frustration. Lately there has been so much work piling up.

"Mew, why don't you take a break. Take the day off tomorrow and spend it with Chopper. I know Chopper helps you to relax and relieve stress," Bright suggested, entering the driver's seat and closing the door.

Mew closed his eyes, massaging his temple. It is true he could use the break.

"Okay. Reschedule the meeting with Forth on the blueprint for the design of the listening device. Remind Max to teach the recruits how to use the Sig P320 that was just shipped in. And reschedule the flight to London to meet London's mayor on-"

"Don't worry Mew, I got it covered." Bright assured Mew. "You are such a workaholic." Bright snickered.

The reason why Bright can be so comfortable with Mew is because they are brothers. Not blood brothers but fuck that 'blood is thicker than water' bullshit. Their mothers were best friends. So naturally ever since they were in diapers, they became best friends, as close as brothers.

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Opening the door to his penthouse, Mew expected the cute ball of fluffiness that embodied the meaning of happiness to be running towards him. In fact, when Mew presses in the password to unlock the door, that said ball can somehow pick up his scent and the beep from pressing in the password. Pawing at the door even though Mew only pressed in one digit.

However, there was silence.

Chopper?

"Avia? Where is Chopper?"

Avia, Mew's housekeeper, came out of the kitchen, looking frantic.

"Mr Suppasit, I am so sorry. My grandson came and when he was playing with Chopper. It was time for Chopper's walk so we took Chopper to the nearby park. However, when we were at the park, my grandson stumbled and cried. Chopper got frightened by the loud cry and ran off when I tended to my grandson."

Shit.

"I tried to find him but I couldn't. I am sorry Mr Suppasit."

Bright and Chopper were the only two who kept Mew sane all these years. If I were to lose one of them-

No. I have to calm down. Focus on finding Chopper.

"It is okay Avia. I will go find him now." Mew cast her a smile to assure her that it is alright.

Avia is latin for grandmother. Ever since Mew and Bright were young, she would take care of them. When either of them were sick, she would cook them chicken soup. When they had nightmares, she would sing them lullabies. Even though she isn't their real grandmother, she treated them like her own grandsons. Thus, they called her their Avia ever since they were children. Mew could never get mad at her.

Grabbing his keys, wallet and phone, Mew rushed out of the house to the nearby park.

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The streetlamps cast soft glows across the park's pathways. Lighting his way as Mew ran around the park desperately trying to find Chopper.

"Chopper, where are you?" Mew called out for Chopper frantically, scanning for any hint of the small brown ball of fur.

Please be all right.

Please.

Just then, Mew heard a whimper.

Mew's heart lifted a little, clutching tightly at the hope that the whimper was from Chopper. He followed the whimper, his heart pounding against his chest.

From afar, he made out the silhouette of a small dog and a figure crouched over it.

"What are you doing to my dog!"

Mew saw red.

Rushing forward, Mew pushed aside the figure, crouching down to see how Chopper was.

"Chopper, baby. Are you hurt?"

Hearing his soft whimpers, Mew's heart tugged. Seeing how he kept looking between his leg and him, Mew guessed that he must have injured his leg. I should get him to the vet.

Peering down at his watch, Mew frowned.

It is now 1 am. It is too late to bring him to a vet.

I guess I will bring him home first and bring him to the vet when it opens later in the morning.

Mew was about to pick him up, (gently of course to prevent him hurting even more,) when a voice stopped him.

"You shouldn't pick him up like that."