Antonio’s POV

The five hours dragged along, and eventually, it was time. I waited an extra thirteen minutes so I would not look too eager for what was about to happen. Then, I went over to my private gym. It actually used to be the former lounge; I had kept some part of that, making it a sort of mashup between a gym and a mini-lounge. It probably wasn't one of the best choices I had ever made, but I enjoyed it because what could be better than having a drink and then lifting weights, in whatever order they came?

I was already dressed in a black shirt and sweatpants....