“LA”
“What are you talking about?”
“She and her—elite—friends went to LA two hours ago” Carlos rolled his eyes, annoyed that he had repeated that more than twice. “Marcelo informed me when she had taken off on the Thornbury family private jet.”
His grip on the pen tightened, breaking it into two pieces while he hissed sharply — annoyed that he had only been told after two hours and that Marcelo wasn't even doing his job.
“It's just the girls, no boys around them — not even Kendrick, he was in Switzerland on his business” he says, trying to reassure him so that he doesn't explode with anger — unfortunately, it didn't work, because after that he got up from his seat and walked briskly towards the exit “Oi, where are you going?”
“LA”
“What?” he asked in disbelief, and Cassius stopped an
