"Are you sure?"
Markus crossed his legs in front of him and arched his brow arrogantly. He didn't like being questioned about his work. He took pride in the way he worked and when someone like this man asked him with doubt, it pissed him off.
He kept his temper in check because it was Matthew who asked for a favor. If it wasn't because of his friend, he would have kicked this man's ass for even insinuating that he did a fuck up job.
"I am sure as you are sitting in front of me right now," he said, picking up his cup of cappuccino and sipping it slowly, watching the man sitting across from him. When he received the call from Matthew, he thought it was some business espionage that he was doing with his father. He had been bored in Dubai because the fucktard Tiefenbacher asked him to stay put in the country, waiting for his order.
