Ryder had just flipped open the document file when John Smith stepped foot into his office.
"Buddy...Liam came back from abroad.Shall we have dinner today?"
Ryder nodded his head without lifting his head,his eyes glued to the words on the documents.
John lowered himself on the swivel office chair as he studied his friend's face.
John's eyes wandered to a photo on the desk, and he picked it up, studying it intently. "Hey, isn't this from our high school days?" he asked.
Ryder grunted a brief response, "Hmm."
"When was this taken? I don't remember seeing this one before."
Ryder's hands stilled, and he fell silent, his gaze fixed on the documents in front of him, his expression inscrutable.
"You don't want to reply, fine," John said, his tone slightly frustrated. "I won't pester you. I'm leaving for my office. At night, I'll send you the location of the restaurant."
