I raised my head from my laptop and gave my father a hard look. “You can't barge in here like this is your room.”

“Well, it’s my house, isn't it?” he asked, unbothered as he sat without being invited, stretching his legs.

“No, it’s your father’s house.”

“And who did he give it to? Sebastain, leave us.”

Sebastian turned to me, and I nodded. He took the file from me, gave me the next one, and left.

I turned back to Leonardo with a scowl. “What the fuck do you want?”

He tsked, shaking his head in fake devastation. “That is no way to talk to your father.”

My hands...