~Leo’s~

“You gonna sulk in that chair forever or you planning to help me sign off these contracts?”

Leo drops the folder on the corner of Reo’s desk like it’s nothing, but his tone sets the mood just sharp enough. The morning sun trickles in through the wide glass window. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and Reo doesn’t move.

He just blinks. Heavy-lidded. His hand is near a black mug, but he doesn’t drink from it.

Leo clicks his tongue and pulls out a chair across from him. “You look like hell,” he mutters as he opens the folder. “The press is going mad again. Blair’s juggling flaming knives...