34: The Yearning

Adriano? Are you ignoring your father!"

Markris rolled his eyes at the phone placed on his dressing table. "I slept pretty early last night." He said.

"Did you receive the mail I sent you?"

He stroked his chin. He tried to figure out what his father was talking about.

"I don't have all the time in the world, Adrian! Its subject was Morena Cicero."

"Oh---" He bobbed his head, his mind trailing back to that interesting mail he had seen the night he sent Lorena out of his office.

"So, did you?" The hastiness in his father's voice irritated him to no end. What was so important about some damn mail?

"I did, but I haven't read it yet."

"Well, do, and get back to me, young man!" He yelled, ending the call.

Markris sighed, his eyes lingering on the phone. Lately, he felt at the edge of something bound to snap soon. He dragged his eyes away from his phone, and it landed on the package just beside it. A small smile danced in his eyes, a thought forming. He turned around with the package in his