Magnus's POV
It was getting late already and it's about to pour. I drove down the gliding streets until I got to my friend's house. I gently drove the car to a good stop, got down and headed in.
"Magnus? Wow. How did you get here?" He asked, amazement written all over his face as he welcomed me with a tight hug.
"The fact that I haven't come to your house since a few years back doesn't mean I'll forget the location. Does it?" I teased.
"Not at all. But you said to meet at the company, didn't you?"
"Mark, you know who I am. I already sensed your absence in the company. I'll have to show up at the company in weeks to come, if not months. I was coming to see you, not your coworkers."
"I understand. Shall I offer you some wine?" He asked with a light scoff.
"Of course not. Offer me
