As soon as he got home, Sand changed into a fresh pair of jeans and fixed something to eat. Then, he called his boss to tell him that he was going to take a leave of absence.
“Are you shitting me? Just like that, with no warning,” the man replied angrily.
“Yeah. I’m sorry, but something’s come up I need to deal with, with my family. I suspect the owner of the Crimson Cathedral has already gotten in touch with you to tell you he doesn’t need my services there anymore.”
“He hasn’t, but I’ll take your word for it, although I will check with him.”
“Thanks for trusting me,” Sand replied sourly.
“You drop this on me, out of the blue. What do you expect?” There was a long pause before Sand’s boss asked, “How long will you be gone?”
Forever. Sand didn’t say that aloud, merely telling him he’
