Lorenzo's POV

The person on the other end of the door didn't wait for my permission before twisting the lock and pushing the door in.

Making his way into his study was no other person than Eddie who had a hand stuck in his pocket and a mocking smile playing on the side of his lips.

“I heard what happened.” He began.

Rolling my eyes to the back of his head, I plopped on my chair only to pull out a file, feigning to be busy.

“That's the least of my problems, you know.” Now resting his weight on the table, he spoke with a grave voice, “When did you...