Sorry I Was Late

MONALISA

The door creaked open slowly and a man walked into the darkness of the room, followed by Irene whose Silhouette I very well recognised.

The man reached for the light switch and turned it on, making me squint my eyes as the lights shone on my face.

"There she is" Irene said and the man raised a hand.

Now that I could see his face, I could see that he looked a lot like Sandro. He was of an average height and seemed to be in his late twenties or early thirties.

This was definitely Greyson.

"No one told me she's pretty" he chuckled and I glared at him hard.

"Looks like she also has a tough attitude. That's pretty, I like watching tough people break"

I didn't say a word. I just kept staring at him.

"No, she is not tough. She will do just as you say. Whatever you say, isn't that right, Lisa?" Irene cut in.

"That is... So not right" I groaned out the words.

"Tough definitely" he laughed shortly. His laugh sounded a lot like noise to my ears. I wished he would remain silent.