Distracting Asher

The wind stilled, same as Asher's heart.

Still staring at the note in confusion, Beau followed Asher into the sitting room.

"What the fuck is this?" Beau asked the paper in his grip. He wasn't expecting an answer, but one came, a very confused one.

"I don't know." Asher took some seconds to breathe. It helped him speak better. "I don't even know anything about any company and stuff."

Having Asher's father's name and Asher's relationship with Beau on a very confusing note did not sit well with either of the males in the condo.

"This is a threat note," Beau said at last, his body tensing like a coiled spring. The halt of the wind outside brought a strange calm to the neighbourhood. It was almost eerie.