Leonard all but skipped out of his office.
With a lightness in his step that might've made his business partners worry he was having a midlife crisis, he strolled toward Becca's desk while whistling faintly, his blazer unbuttoned and his phone already in his hand—not for work, but because he wanted to check the time. Not that it really mattered. He'd cleared his calendar for the rest of the day.
Becca looked up from her monitor, her glasses sliding slightly down her nose.
"I'm going out for lunch," Leonard announced cheerfully, patting his pocket to make sure his car keys were still there. "Might come back late. Might not come back at all."
Becca blinked slowly. "Uh… Right, Mr. Ford. Have a good lunch, then."
"I plan to," he replied with a small smile, already pivoting on his heel and heading for the elevator.
But the truth was—lunch wasn't on his mind at all.
As he walked out of the office building and into the bright spring afternoon, Leonard's smile softened.
