Just days earlier, the house had been quiet and orderly, its marble floors gleaming beneath soft lamplight. Marco, the owner, had paced the foyer with his suitcase in hand, muttering about the impossibility of rearranging a last-minute business trip. Everything had to be settled before he left.
The $3 million property wasn’t just bricks and glass; it was Marco’s safe haven. But what troubled him most was not the house itself—it was the small gray cat weaving around his ankles. She needed feeding, company, and a watchful eye while he traveled overseas.