Eight o'clock in the evening at Reynolds Group.
Keen and Yasmina, who hadn't knocked off yet, sat quietly at their desks. Keen was engrossed in writing a work report, and Yasmina was looking a bit bored.
Leandro had been leaving early these past few days, so Yasmina was a bit thrown off by the need to work overtime now.
"When the hell does Mr. Reynolds finish work... There doesn't seem to be anything that requires us to work overtime today!" Yasmina muttered quietly.
Keen shot her a glance, "You think there's nothing to do? You don't think that big issue counts as something?"
"We can't solve that problem from inside the office, can we?" Yasmina retorted, "If Mr. Reynolds really wants to solve that issue, he should've left work early to find Ms. Bennett. Whether it's to confront her or to comfort her, that's the right way to handle it!"
As she spoke, Yasmina opened her phone to browse the web, but suddenly she jumped up.
Seeing her reaction, Keen knew something must've happened.
Sure enough.
Two minutes ago, Leandro had posted a handwritten letter on his private social media account.
This private account had been around for several years. Although it had many followers, he never followed anyone. The only thing he had ever posted was a news article he shared when Reynolds Group went public.
In other words, this handwritten letter was his second post.
Leandro's handwriting was clear and firm. The letter began with “Dear Seraphina”.
Dear Seraphina,
I've led a lonely life, often keeping company with alcohol and using it to help me sleep.
In my dreams, I often see shadows of the past.
In 2002, you first joined the Reynolds family, and you were only ten then, lonely and confused;
In 2003, you had your first birthday in the Reynolds family. Staring at the birthday cake, you cried your eyes out;
In 2005, you entered middle school and had a conflict with someone right after, making your family worried. From then on, you became quiet and obedient;
In 2008, we bumped into each other several times, and I realized my only regret was not meeting you sooner;
In 2009, I had countless sleepless nights, only you stood by my side, accompanying me;
In 2010, something forced you to leave, you went far away, and I was left feeling empty, thinking we'd never meet again;
In the following years, I didn't dare to recall you.
Now that you're back, I hope to spend the rest of my life with you.
This life was my aspiration.
Leandro.
After reading the letter, Yasmina covered her mouth in surprise, and Keen had finished reading as well.
"Oh my god..." Yasmina's heart was racing, "Mr. Reynolds wrote this. He really wrote this!"
Keen didn't answer. He just looked in the direction of the office.
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