Morning Meetings

Richard slept off overnight on the couch in his living room while waiting for Grant or his men to show up.

He suddenly jerks awake and wipes his drool, looking around then a feeling of disappointment overcoming him. "Why didn't that jerk show up? I would love to give him a piece of my mind. Now that I'm out of jail and know his face, he's staying away?" He stands up from the couch and stretches, a long frown on his face as he does so and then it relaxes. "It's actually good to be back home..."

A sinking feeling comes into his stomach and he just sits back down, feeling empty and guilty. "I wonder what Arielle is up to right now..."

His front door opens and a familiar tall man comes inside. "I would have thought you would have repaired your door handle..."

Richard stands up to his feet, surprised to see Grant by his door so early in the morning, in his house and he's not blindfolded, neither is he with anyone else. He sneers right after. "I choose what I do with my door."

Grant raises