Hugo was busy scrolling thru the laptop he's burrowing from Henri. Reading the cases that his secretary had mailed him and waiting for his approval whether he's gonna take them or not.
There are three. More interesting and harder to crack and he can't wait to handle that and just let loose the lawyer inside him that loves to reign and win cases after cases. But fuck this job of getting Henri back, right?
He looked at his wrist watch when he heard the roar of Henri's motorcycle, six in the evening. An hour early before Darren's curfew.
After several minutes, he heard the front door opened and their footsteps until they appeared on the living room with Henri's hands left hand full of plastic bags from a supermarket and the his right hand intertwining Darren's.
That's unexpected.
