'Drive to the airport. Mr. Ashkael has an emergency, so he moved the venue closer to his current location. He's covering all the bills and compensating for the extra time too.'
That was the message Leon received from his father, and for a second, he just stared at the screen like the words might rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, because confusion flooded his mind so fast it almost felt physical, and without wasting another breath he dialed the middle-aged man's number, needing clarification before he even attempted to explain this to Seraphine.
"Leon, the message came in about thirty minutes ago," his father said, his voice steady but tight around the edges. "I've been trying to sort everything out since then. Turns out we're all taking the same jet, so just meet us at the airport and we'll handle the rest there."
