Leon despised waiting rooms with a passion. He felt that someone of his status should never have to sit alone with other people. It disgusted him. Waiting rooms were designed to humiliate people with their uncomfortable chairs, neutral colours, and bad coffee that was almost always served without cups.
Pacing the floor, he stood by the window looking down at the city. He exhaled a deep breath, causing a couple to glare at him from their seats. Leon ignored them and clasped his hands behind his back.
“Ah, Mr Hartley. Thank you for coming in. Sorry to have kept you waiting.” Gareth Wilders appeared in the waiting room with an apologetic look on his face. He knew how much Leon hated to be made to wait.
“Let’s get on with it, shall we?” Leon muttered sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. He he
