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Inhaling the soft blowing wind, Leonel set his foot striding down its part, with valour and prestige, his very presence proclaimed.

“Welcome home sir” Leonel heard a secretary of his, accost him at his arrival.

Handing in his suitcase, Leonel walked into a black chevron car “Take me home” he demanded, pulling off his jacket.

“You do have a meeting sir” his driver responded, noting what he had been told.

“Are you flouting my command?” Leonel questioned, raising up his eyes.

“No sir” his driver replied, hands wavering, as it curved starting the car's engine.

Resting into his seats, Leonel shut close his eyes, tugging off his tie, while his thoughts lingered on Ismael's momentary absence.

“Get the coats off to the washer, once you're done parking the car” Leonel said, highlighting from the vehicle.

“Welcome home sir” Mary greeted, on Leonel's entra