Next morning.
Today, Leon Clavon's conference room was much emptier than usual. In fact, besides Leon himself, his only company for now was Delgado. They both drank coffee as they waited—Leon with forced calm, Delgado with obvious tension.
The door leading into the room cracked open, and Leon's guard looked inside.
"Mr. Hayes has arrived, and also… Mr. Martinez."
The young man himself walked inside a moment later. As always, he showed nothing but complete self-assurance in himself on his face and walked in wide, confident steps.
In the time since Leon saw him in person, Tristan grew into an even more impressive individual than he already had been. Clearly, the hardships of another city straightened him like steel.
Behind him followed Hugo Martinez with a frown on his face and a chin raised high. From the careful way he moved, he was clearly wounded and still hurting.
