"You're late and you know I don't like lateness ." Matteo commented when he saw his brother walking into his office.
Remo rolled his eyes, an amused smirk playing on his lips.
"Well, you know how it goes, Matteo. Traffic, meetings, the usual excuses." He strolled further into the office, tossing his briefcase onto a chair.
Matteo leaned back in his leather chair, his piercing gaze never leaving Remo. "You always have an excuse, don't you? One day, it might not cut it."
Remo chuckled, a devilish glint in his eyes. "And what would you do then, big brother? Fire me?"
Matteo's lips curled into a sly smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll just beat your ass in the ring."
Remo chuckled, "You know you can never beat me big brother."
Matteo raised an eyebrow, his competitive spirit ignited. "Is that a challenge, little brother?"
Remo shrugged nonchalantly. "Only if you think you can handle it."
