Dante's POV
I was alone in my study and suddenly the door burst open.
“Dante!”
The voice was so familiar but I didn't even bother to raise my head from a document that I was perusing.
Strong perfume filled the air and I felt the presence of two people in the room.
They stood there watching me with irritation but I was determined not to give them the time of day. I had more important things to do than get myself involved in a meaningless squabble.
“Dante, I am talking to you. Can't you hear me?”
The voice came again and I could feel myself slowly losing strands of my patients. I gripped my pen a little harder and heard the frail plastic crack a little under my grasp.
“Dan…”
I slammed my hand down on the desk and looked up at the impudent figures that were glaring down at me.
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