"Thank you, Martin. Good job, that will be all. Please fax the materials to my secretary." Having ended his call with Martin Modimmer, Adrian leisurely looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Although there was no sound, he could almost hear the pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting the ground. Rain was rare in Los Angeles due to the Pacific warm current; sometimes they would hear thunder roaring, but no rain would follow. The sight of light, continuous rain was especially rare, especially in winter.
However, Adrian's mind was clearly not on the weather.
"Do today's youngsters all play such intricate games?" he sighed softly, as the image of Leighton Meester, huddled and weeping before him a few days earlier, came back to his mind.
