The bodyguard picked up a small, chocolate-covered raisin, rolling it between his palms as if contemplating the meaning of life. After a long, awkward silence, he turned to Oliver and said, "Boss, I added a layer of powdered sugar. Just eat it; pretend it's a weird-tasting candy, alright?"

Oliver eyed the little brown ball suspiciously. He was furious. He turned away, clearly refusing to eat it.

"Come on, Boss. You have to eat it. What if you have another episode? Better safe than sorry," the bodyguard reasoned.

Oliver hesitated, but finally picked up the suspicious treat, tossed it in his mouth, and chewed it down in one gulp. He immediately chugged half a bottle of water. Thankfully, the sugar and the raisin's small size mitigated the horrific taste he'd anticipated. It was even… a little sweet.

“See, Boss? Not so bad, right?” The bodyguard looked pleased, as if he’d just saved the day and deserved a raise.

Just then, Oliver’s eyes darted to the doorway. Someone was peeking inside!

“Who’s there?!” His shout was sharp and commanding.

At the sound of his voice, Calliope and others popped their heads in. All eyes landed on Oliver, conveying universal disgust – "Wow, he actually ate it!"

"So… how's it taste? Anything special?" Calliope's eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Sweet—" Oliver began, then clamped his mouth shut, realizing his admission. "You little brat! What are you doing here? Planning to mess with me again?"

"Just here for the show," Calliope leaned against the doorframe, cocky. “Wanted to see you eat that. Sorry, couldn't help myself. Just kidding, by the way.” She twirled a sewing needle. "That neurotoxin? It only works once, for a few minutes. No antidote needed."

"Eating that? Yeah, that was just a prank," she continued. "Didn't think you'd actually go for it, old man! Not my fault, I was joking! Why'd you believe me?"

Her eyes flashed with anger beneath the teasing. She watched the color drain from Oliver's face, saw his anger erupt, and it pleased her. She wanted him miserable.

After everything he'd done to Silas, all the pain and misery inflicted, this was only the beginning of her payback. What he did to Silas was far worse.

"Oliver, either get as far away from us as possible, or every time you show up, I'll make you pay. Every time. I'll do to you everything you did to Silas, and more."

With that, she spun and left. Portia and Mavis, shooting Oliver a frigid look, followed. Oliver’s face was thunderous, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white.

"Who does she think she is? She thinks she's untouchable just because she's hanging around Silas?"

"He's my son. I'm his father. You think I can't handle my own son?" He glared at the bodyguards. "I'm his dad. He has to listen to me!"

The bodyguards nodded, wisely remaining silent. Oliver narrowed his eyes, seething.

A few moments later, Blythe entered. "Hey, Blythe, I need a word," Oliver called. "You got any ideas on how to deal with Calliope?"