*Leo*
I leaned back in my chair with a deep sigh, hearing the familiar creak as it worked overtime to support my weight. I was halfway to lying down as I stared at the ceiling in my office. I dropped my pen as my hand cramped with pulsating pain, sharp and uncaring as it stabbed like pins and needles into my flesh.
I could only sign so much paperwork before it failed, I thought. I rubbed and stretched my hand, hoping to soothe the pain but it didn’t do anything to help. I threw my arm over my eyes, sending me into pitch darkness as I wished that I was at home with Bianca right now.
I didn’t move even as I heard a sharp knock on my office door.
“Come in,” I called out idly. I heard multiple pairs of footsteps enter, one dragging itself with reluctance but another I could recognize anywhere. Not many people wore expensive Italian-shipped shoes with such a stiff gait.
