Rafael Moretti
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My father was waiting in my office when I got back from a meeting.
Marco’s eyes widened and he immediately stepped back once he saw my father standing by the tall floor-to-ceiling glass. His back was to me and his hands were clasped behind his back as he stared out at the city like he owned every inch of it.
I shut the door harder than necessary because I knew this couldn’t be about anything good. “You could have called.”
He finally faced me. His green eyes pinned me down. They used to make me flinch when I was ten.
Not anymore.
“I did,” he finally answered. “You’ve been ignoring me for four days.” His voice was too calm. “Sit down.”
“This is my office.”
“I said sit, Rafael.”
I didn’t budge. “Say what you came here to say.”
He released a breath, seeming like
