Greg heard the voice of an irritated lady interrogating his friend. A thin smile framed his lips as he listened to Lorenzo rebuking and dismissing the lady.
"I'm sorry for that, Greg. Don't mind my nosy sweet baby doll, Carla. She gets on my nerves sometimes. But what can I do when hopelessly in love with her?"
"Hahaha..." Greg chuckled even though it didn't get to his stomach.
"So tell me, old friend, to what do I owe this call? Surely you didn't call to check up on me. I even thought you had ended ties with me. I hope you and the kids are doing great?"
"Enzo, you're right. You know I can never pretend around you. I didn't call because I missed you. I called because I'm in a deep shit and I need your advice and help."
"Deep shit...what do you mean. Are the kids in trouble? Is the company..."
"The company is fine and the kids are doing great." Greg cut him off. "It's just that my past mistake is catching up with me?"
"How do you mean?"
