Alessia

I bite my bottom lip for the thousandth time, shaking my head on the accord. Angelo seemed calm as he munches on his food. He had the audacity to sit calmly after what he put me through last night. Marco was the only one present with us. The urge to bring up the topic grew inside me, and I did.

"Don't you think you have something to say to me?" I asked, dropping my fork.

"Who..." Marco trailed off, earning a glare from me in return. "I'm talking to your boss, not you."

"I have nothing to say to you," Angelo spoke up, his eyes meeting mine. Suddenly, I...