By the time I got back home, my body was already tired. It felt like I had gone through hell and back. Maybe I did infact go to hell and come back.
I was tired of pretending like I wasn't exhausted, so I crouched in my chair. Luca was going to be the death of me, I was sure of it.
I jumped when I saw Sal already seated in my room. "Sal… what the hell are you doing here?"
"I came to check up on you."
My eyebrows narrowed on its own.
"But I wasn't even in the room," I leaned up. "And since when do you have the keys to my room?"
"I've always had a spare key. Just Incase."
I blinked twice.
"Creepy… tell me exactly…why are you really here ?" I laid back, placing my head on the arm rest. I was too tired to continue the former conversation.
"Intel. There's something going on with the Russian accounts, and I need you to—"
