Convincing Fabrizio to come to my office turned out to be easier than I thought. It was either mere stupidity, sheer curiosity, or simply greed that made him agree to come to my office. He would surely regret trusting me so easily once he realised the reason I called for the meeting. Unfortunately for him, by that time it would have been too late.
The doors to my office slowly opened and Fabrizio stepped in, two guards flanking him on both sides. A hint of a smirk appeared on my lips as I locked my eyes on the fucker and rose to my feet.
Fabrizio looked around my office, his hands in his pants pocket, and hummed, nodding in admiration. "Nice place you have here. I might even visit your club someday."
I hated the sole idea of having to taint my club with his presence, but I had to remain neutral. I waved him to the sofa with a falsely kind smile. "Have a seat."
