LORENZO
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My father’s estate was quieter than I recalled, but then again it had been years since I last visited.
When I reached the door, I was tempted to turn back around as I wasn’t in the mood to deal with the old man, but he’d pester me until we got to talk and it was better to get it over with.
I didn’t bother knocking. The door was unlocked anyway. One of the guards directed me to his office. He barely had any work to do yet he was always holed up in there. He hadn’t changed after all.
His office was still the same. Dark woods, old books, and the smell of whiskey. I got one thing from him after all. My love for alcohol.
He didn’t look up when I entered. Just kept staring at whatever file was on his desk like it was the most important thing as if he wasn’t the one who called
