"Excuse me, Doctor Pete. I have to take this important call," I said, ignoring Lana's glare as I lifted her leg and placed it carefully on the couch's armrest. She winced, shrugging my hands off. If Doctor Pete noticed the staunch tension between us, he didn't comment but just nodded.
"Take your time, Sir."
I stepped out of the room, Andre's call coming in once again. I took a detour, past the stairs into my private office. "I'm disappointed in you, man. What the hell were you doing back there with Dad and Andrew?"
"Calm down. It's not what you think. By the way, you made quite a lovely entrance. I was scared that you would end up beating him so bad, he'll be half-dead when you're through."
