[Intended for grey_of_heart, but I suppose it could be intercepted by someone trying really really hard to hear Diego's conversations?]

Mr. Grant? It's Diego. ...I need a favor. It's urgent. [[His voice sounds odd, almost like he's fighting the urge to hit something.]]

It's a peaceful morning in the Armando household, the family a little subdued thanks to the recent flu outbreak. Diego is standing at the counter, brewing a cup of coffee despite his drone wife's constant pleas for him to stop and let her do it for him ("Honey, I can do that! You don't need to brew your own coffee!" "I wouldn't let anyone else ( Read more... )