CHAPTER 92: STUBBORN

MICHAEL

"I don't know how to thank you, really."

Pierce approached me as we arrived at the house, while Natasha and Olga headed straight upstairs.

"Can I borrow some of your time? It's about Quintus," he said.

"Sure," I muttered and led the way up to my office. "I asked a friend for help, and he said he could provide more details about Quintus if I wanted."

"No, I'm not going to ask anything private about him anymore," he dismissed the topic.

We entered my office, and Pierce looked around, checking the furnishings and design.

I offered him a chair and walked to the table to pour drinks for us.

He groaned as he sat down comfortably.

"You have good taste," he commented. "This mahogany desk is superb, son."

I chuckled and agreed. "I like to think of every place I own as a person, and I have to dress them nicely," I replied, handing him the drink and sitting adjacent to him.

"Thank you," he mumbled, staring at the drink for a moment. "I just want to talk in private. I hope you don't mind.