Leona Grant stood before the floor-to-ceiling window. His deep-set eyes watched the bustling crowd below. It should have felt lively, but at this moment, all he felt was an intense emptiness.
He stood there for a long time, lips pressed together. He wanted to see Annabelle Linton, but he had no reason to.
His gloomy mood hadn't improved at all by the time he got off work in the evening.
Leona Grant threw himself into his work as if to vent, trying to numb himself. Suddenly, his phone rang.
He grabbed it excitedly, only to see it was a call from Mrs. Grant.
When Leona Grant saw the caller ID, a self-mocking smile touched his lips.
'As if Annabelle Linton would ever call me...'
"Hello."
"Leona, are you not coming home again tonight? Grandpa's been asking about you..."
"Yeah, I'm working..."
Leona Grant stopped mid-sentence. A brilliant idea flashed through his mind. 'Annabelle Linton should be off work by now.'
