Darren strutted out into the night. The air outside the Bordeaux Banquet blew past him, crisp and cool. The rest of Los Alverez glittered in the distance, this city truly never slept.
He loosened his tie just an inch. The exhaustion of the day seemed to hit him all at once. He took a deep breath, letting the cool oxygen cycle through his lungs.
Then a buzz vibrated in his breast pocket.
Darren looked down and pulled out his phone, the BlackBerry screen illuminating his face in the night light.
The caller ID showed Jonathan Vance.
Darren pressed the answer button and brought the device to his ear. "Tell me something good, Mr. Vance."
"I have the filings drafted, sealed, and ready to be served the moment the court clerk unlocks the doors tomorrow morning," Vance's voice came through. Even though he too had been working all night, he sounded completely devoid of the fatigue Darren felt.
