The Return (De Laurel Trilogy #1)

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trigger warning: foul language

It has been a few days after that encounter and I have already finished the sketch. Alexander emailed Allie a day ago, saying that the sketch was for a girl named Liliayana King. What a beautiful name for a girl. Was that his child?

"Allie?" I called for her. "Please come to my office."

Then, not ten seconds later, she entered the cabin. "Yes madame? What is it?"

"This is the sketch for Alexander King," I handed her a folder. "Get Hunter to send it to him. And, call Olen for me. When he answers, send it to my line immediately." I instructed her.

"Okay madame, noted." She smiled, then went out of my office. Then a knock then came to my office.

"What did you forget Alli-" I was shocked at the men at my door.

"Nico?! Olen?!" I was surprised, to say at the least. "What are you guys doing here?!"

"Lena." Olen came in for a hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, brother." I smiled. "My question, why are you guys here?"

"I got myself in trouble. In Brazil." He chuckled nervously. "I mean we. Nico and I. Nico and I got ourselves in trouble in Brazil."

"Why are my brothers so reckless!" I groaned. "First, Oliver has a problem with the media and now, you?!" I sighed. "What the hell did you guys fucking do?!" I cussed.

"Well, you see," He cleared his throat. "You tell it, Nico," He nudged him.

"Fine," He chuckled. "Well, your brother here, saw an abandoned warehouse. You know how he is, very adventurous."

"He is." I smiled. "Then what happened?"

"He challenged that we should go enter it, and so, we did. Halfway through the quote unquote adventure, we heard cops. It turns out, the warehouse was abandoned for a reason. Apparently, a rich guy owns it and does not want it to be touched. We had to pay. A lot. Thank the skies that your brother is filthy rich." Nico sighed.

"You are such an idiot, Olenick!" I threw an old sketchbook at him. "Being so fucking reckless! Are you out of your damn mind?! You could've been arrested!"

"But, I wasn't," He piped it.

"That's not the point!" I glared and scowled at him. "Fuck it, I'm calling papa." I reached for my phone as I dialed my father's number.

He answered immediately.

[Hello, honey? Why did you call?] His voice was laced with concern.

"Please come here in New York," I requested.

[Why, honey, is there something wrong?] Now, it sounded like he was panicking.

"No, papa." I chuckled. "I just need you to come and see my reckless brothers. I think they need a lesson." I laughed. "Will you come do that, papa?"

[Of course. Anything for my princesa.] I could basically hear him smirking. [I will see you in about two days, okay?]

"Sure, papa." I answered. "I have to go now."

[Sure, honey. Bye!] He answered.

"Bye papa." With that, the call had ended.