At night, it was peaceful, but Leo knew this night would be different. With Zella's fists knocking at the door, ready to tumble it down, Leo concealed the second exit of his conference room.
"Leo, come out!"
He adjusted the creases of his coat, cleared his throat, and put on his honed acting skills. Leo walked at the side of the table, striding through the door, readying himself to the blabber of words. He reached for the knob, and knew his figure must have casted a silhouette out to the other side.
"I see you already, come out!"
Lavender couldn't tear Zella's anger apart. She stayed there, raising her hands every now and then, but Lavender doesn't want to provoke her further. Lavender felt bad about Leo, because with what face Zella is wearing on now, this isn't going to be good.
