TST, 2020
Leo raised his hands.
“Turn slowly.” The man said.
Leo turned at a snail's pace. He saw an average-height man wearing a long black pullover which hid his face.
“Did you get the document?” The man said.
Leo remained silent.
The man grunted. “Answer the question!”
Leo gaped at the Walther PPQ pistol pointed towards him.
“The document… did you find it?”
“Yes…” Leo said.
“Go…”
“What…?”
“Run. You didn’t see anyone today, this meeting never occurred.”
Leo ran without looking back, a lot of questions circulating in his head. He rushed into his room. The room wasn’t locked and Rachel wasn’t there. Her basket and utensils were on the table.
He looked at his phone. There were neither goodnight wishes nor missed calls. A powerful man is someone who can laugh alone, stand alo
