Finally, Leslie had to bid farewell to the Eternal City. Pressing her nose against the plane window, she quietly watched how the ancient city spread into a patchwork quilt from a high distance.
A limousine came to fetch Calix up at the villa. Mr. Hao and Mr. Tan were already inside, beaming at the thought of returning home to their family. They headed straight to the airport.
Calix dressed casually in a mint green collarless shirt and a khaki trench coat. He paired them with a dark blue denim pants. Mr. Hao and Mr. Tan still opted for formal business suits.
Once the three men got inside the private flight, Calix shooed Mr. Hao and Mr. Tan to the other side. The two men gladly took up the chance to stay away from their boss.
'Oh... The window doesn't fog up.'
Staring at the window, Leslie inwardly thought of that. She recalled what she used to do when she was little.
