He should be more aware of the people his assistant listed in his appointment book. But he would barely finish half of his work if he had to micromanage everything.
"What are you doing here, Dante?" He asked, seeing no choice but to deal with him. "Don't tell me?" He quickly said, pretending to guess what his stepbrother was thinking.
"Wait!" He acted like he was reading his mind. "You are here to take my company. Am I right?" He mockingly played his stepbrother's game.
Although he had better things to do with his time, he could not turn him away. He would only return the next time, carrying a more complicated problem.
"You read me like a book, Bro." Dante slumped on the couch, acting like he was resting in front of a fireplace with a drink in his hand.
But in reality, his stepbrother was lazing around, checking his clean and neatly manicured fingernails that had not experienced hard work since he took him under his wings.
