"You're welcome! If you ever need help with anything—work or life—just let me know."
Luke and Marguerite exchanged numbers before he finally left, making things easier for any future projects they might do together.
Meanwhile—
Marguerite returned home and immediately noticed something out of the ordinary—Leonard’s car was actually parked in the driveway. That almost never happened.
He’s home this early? That’s a first.
She couldn’t quite believe it; he rarely came home at all, and on the rare occasions he did, it was usually late at night. Picking up her pace, she pushed open the front door.
Leonard was sitting on the sofa, looking as if he’d been waiting for her.
"You’re home early today," Marguerite remarked, her voice tinged with surprise.
"My schedule was lighter than usual, so I got to leave work a little earlier," he replied calmly.
As he spoke, Leonard rubbed his brow, his usually composed face showing a trace of exhaustion.
"Mr. Murphy, here's your lemon water," Wilma announced, emerging from the kitchen with a glass in hand.
Marguerite approached him and, as she got close, caught a distinct whiff of alcohol.
He’s been drinking.
Her brow furrowed. It wasn’t unusual for him to have a drink or two at business events, but tonight he seemed to have gone overboard. Did something happen?
A pang of worry struck her, her concern showing clearly on her face.

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