FIX IT!
Lorenzo's POV
The heavy oak doors of the conference room creak slightly as I push them open. I have changed my blood-stained shirt for a crisp, charcoal-grey suit that fits like armor.
My hair is slicked back, and my face is a mask of impenetrable stone, the "poker face" that has saved my life in boardrooms and back alleys alike. I expect to hear alot of noise coming from this room already, I expect the air to be thick with the shouted accusations of a business partner who feels slighted.
Instead, I am met with a silence.
Sheikh Abdul is visible on the high monitors lining the far wall, Beside me, Rafael sits perfectly still, his laptop open,
Sheikh Abdul might seem calm and collected to the untrained eye or a man of refined tastes and soft-spoken diplomacy, but I know the
