Chapter 25: The Bombshell

Markris was on a business call with Jorginho when he heard a soft knock on his door. He closed his laptop and sat straight. Judging from the lack of force, his father was not standing outside.

"Tell the clients to come around tomorrow. I should be in the office."

"Yes, sir." Jorginho laughed.

"And Jorgi?"

"Yes, boss."

"I'm talking to you as a friend now and not your boss. Drop the sarcastic formalities."

Jorginho laughed loudly, never in a bad mood to piss off his friend. "Okay, talk to me."

"I need you to look into someone for me. I'll send you the details shortly."

"Will do. I need to run now. I have a meeting."

"Yeah, right." Markis rolled his eyes and ended the call.

The only meeting Jorginho had, was on the sheets of a woman's bed. He shook his head, always amused by his friend's stamina when handling women. He had lost some of his interest. He couldn't remember the last time he had been with a woman. Scratch that. He could remember but was too ashamed to admit it. All he knew wa