Aria's POV
Early the next morning, the penthouse was still wrapped in a heavy silence when the doorbell rang.
I opened the door,and standing across was a tall, sharp-featured man in a perfectly tailored dark suit carrying a leather briefcase.
He stretched forth his hand, introducing himself "Good morning. My name is Francis. Andre invited me here to help him with a case"
"Ohh Francis, please come on in. My name is Aria by the way" I said reciprocating the handshake.
I went in to help Andre into the sitting room who on sighting Francis beamed with joy as they exchanged pleasantries.
"Hey buddy" Francis smiled as he bent over to hug Andre "I see you have landed yourself in a wheelchair with your stubbornness"
"Quit it, bastard" Andre replied jokingly.
Sharon helped sit Andre on the armchair before disappearing into her room.
