CHAPTER 47: LIAM

I predicted this, so when I heard from my assistant, James, that Marco was insisting on an urgent visit, I let him in.

Now, he's seated in front of me, tapping his foot relentlessly, while I wait for him to have his first word.

He needs a shave, he has a rough-looking stubble scattered across his chin, his hair is ruffled, his eyes red, and two of his buttons are undone. He didn't even bother to put on a tie, and he smelled slightly of alcohol.

A good businessman always has his shit together, regardless. This just proves how incompetent he is, he's reckless, a sore loser, and had everything handed over to him.

But not this time, the damage I made will be irreparable for a while. If only Emma were here to see this.

He opens his mouth to speak, then rubs his chin instead and continues with the ceaseless foot tapping.

"Get to the point Mr. Giovanni, I have a meeting soon," I lie.

I don't.

I'm hardly busy these days, everything is going smoothly. I only came to the office these past two d