Leo stroked at the bottom of his nose when the work before him didn't seem to lessen at all, even though he had sat down for hours to finish it, and then he turned his eyes to a clock on his wrist that was ten o 'clock, which would have been a few hours ago when he would have gone home and had dinner with alana, but the job that required him was to stay at the office this late at night.

Leo's mind was interrupted when suddenly the large door in front of him opened to show pedro walking as screwed up as he did, carrying a folder and...