Sylvain sat on the edge of the guest room bed, staring blankly at the wall. The penthouse was quiet now. Silas had left again after their tense morning, muttering something about meetings.
He was staring at the business card from Amelia, when his phone vibrated on the nightstand. Leon's name flashed on the screen.
He answered quickly, keeping his voice low. "Leon? You okay?"
"Bro!" Leon's voice exploded with excitement, loud and bright. "You won't believe how today went! I got the job! I actually got it!"
Sylvain smiled despite himself, leaning back against the headboard. "That's amazing. Tell me everything."
"Okay, so I got there a bit nervous, right? The owner, Mr. Park, is a really nice middle aged guy. He interviewed me right away. I told him it was my first job and everything, and he still hired me on the spot! I started immediately. I was serving tables and stuff — it was a lot, but I loved it."
