The city lights were beginning to flicker to life, casting a golden glow across the high-rise buildings when Leonard finally leaned back in his leather office chair. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional beep from his computer were the only sounds accompanying him in the silent space.
Work was done, reports sent, meetings wrapped. But instead of going home, where a long bath and a cold drink waited, Leonard grabbed his car keys and headed out. He had another destination tonight—one he would have happily avoided if it weren't for his father's insistent message earlier.
"We need to talk. Come by the house."
Leonard could still hear the weight in his father's voice when he played the voicemail on loop earlier. Something about it sounded too serious to ignore, and that alone was unsettling.
