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Dave went on to deal with office matters. Occassionally he would look out the window. It wasn't facing the garden, so he had no way of seeing how his little slave had been, and defeatedly he found that he was the one thinking and worrying about the slave. He slumped down on his seat and closed his eyes. He really shouldn't have put too much heart into this slave, no matter how he looked peculiar and lovely. He had been falling for him much too fast, and the worst thing was, it was unlikely Carlos would return the feelings, not with their difference in status. It would only scare the slave if he ever let him known his feelings.

He forced himself to focus on the work in hand, but then he cuaght himself glancing at the corner where Carlos would usually be - more than once. The corner was of course empty, and he despised himself for growign so attached to the slave already.