My dad, Thomas, and I are sitting in Tommy's office.
No one has said anything for at least five minutes.
- so, this contract. I say trying to get things moving.
- Valentina, please get out. Ask my father.
- excuse me? I answered astonished.
He didn't answer, but his look made me realize that I'd better leave the room. I sighed and went back into the pub.
- Are you done yet? John asked, surprised to see me back so soon.
- No, I got expelled!
- By Tommy or by your dad ?replied Arthur, clearly amused.
- By my father. And from the look on his face... i can tell someone's going to die. I said, lighting a cigarette.
The reactions were mixed in amusement and panic.
Thursday, January 20, 1 p.m., Birmingham, England.
They have been locked in this office for an hour already. They would both have had time to die a hundred times.
- quest'uomo è un figlio di puttana, non rimarrò qui un altro secondo (*). Said my father, leaving the pub and slamming the door.
damn. I wonder what was said in there.
Thomas came out shortly after. We all looked at him waiting for him to tell us what was going on.
- Maybe you should call your dad. Finn said to me.
- If I were you, I wouldn't. Thomas said to me with a smirk on his face.
- Are you going to tell us what happened or can we all go fuck off? asked Arthur pissed by the situation.
The look on Thomas' face was enough to tell us that he wouldn't say anything.
- All right, I'm out of here. I have to meet Dimitri for dinner. I said as I stood up.
- Who is Dimitri? Finn asked.
- He's a Russian duke that my father brought back from Moscow.
- Wow! Exclaimed John.
- Yeah, um, one of you knows where the "St. Marcus" is. I said as I read the name of the restaurant written on the paper Dimitri gave me earlier this morning.
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