“Okay, come on tell me, which cases do you want me to study?”
Camila asked, sitting across the table from her brother, who kept looking over her shoulder again and again. Her pregnancy hormones had driven her impatient and kind of succulent, so she snapped at her, bringing him out of of his trance.
“Dude! I am pregnant and still here with you some reason, I didn’t travel all the way from Spain to New York for you to ignore me.”
“Sorry, lost a little focus there.” He admitted, sitting up straight. He passed her down his iPad and she grabbed it, opening up and seeing at the rows of ammunitions lined up in different pictures.
“Well?” she shrugged at him, suggesting what he actually wanted from her.
“About my casino in Vegas, the company who is organizing the show have asked to exhibit
