OUR DADDY.

“You are insane,” Elena shook her head and pushed her chair to the back.

“It is your fault, Elena,” he stood upright and dipped his hands in his pocket.

They both stared at each other for how long God knows before she tore her eyes away and dropped them on the screen in front of her.

“Meeting is over, Mr. Russo.”

“I will draft a business proposal and bring it down here myself. If you are not comfortable meeting here. I suggest we meet somewhere private,” he smirked knowing and she raised a brow.

“I’d advise you to use that time to visit a psychiatrist. I am not doing any business with you.”

He nodded his head, glanced at his wrist watch and smiled.

“I will bring to you the most profitable deal that you would not want to turn down. Trust me, you would never see such an offer elsewhere.”

“You seem to overestimate yourself too much, don’t you?” She raised a brow.

“Trust me, I am more capable than what I give myself credit for,” he shrugged pridefully.

“The media knows that… and you do to