From the roof of Hush Money House, Don Q looked down at the people sitting at the beautiful cafe tables and chairs. "The garden has never been so beautiful." He looked into the distance. "I have to tell Vanza I can see his house from here." When he looked down again, his guards were clearing the tables, and then Malice walked to one of the cafe tables with her assistant, who was carrying a tray with a cup of coffee and a piece of cake. "Malice," he shouted, "order a piece for me. I'll come right down." She glared up at him. "Okay, I guess I'll have to get my own." (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 16 August 2025)