Leslie and Calix arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before seven in the evening. Logan and two other bodyguards accompanied the husband and wife. Calliope was left at home with the rest.
As the day slowly transitioned to night, the sun descended below the horizon. Hues of ruby, amber and violet painted the canvas of the city's skyline.
Logan pulled up the executive van outside the foyer of the fine dining restaurant. One of his colleagues brought out the wheelchair while their boss carried his wife.
The bright lights of the porch basked on Calix and Leslie's gleeful faces. Despite coming here for an important issue, they didn't seem tense at all.
If the Li family saw how happy the husband and wife were, they might vomit blood in distress and cry foul. Of course, they would be stunned silly upon seeing Leslie first.
"Careful."