~Victor POV~
I walked into the office and saw Angie sitting on a chair while Lorenzo was sitting on top of the desk in front of her and Frank was at the corner of the room. From the sound of it, they seem to be having a friendly, jovial conversation. My jaw ticked. Though Lorenzo, particularly, had the ability to laugh with someone and shoot them dead two seconds later, I still didn’t like the relaxed nature of this sit-down.
I signaled for him to get up as I unbuttoned the blazer of my tux and sat down on the desk casually leaning back, eyeing Angie. I saw her face stiffen. I feigned a smile, “OK. Angela, you managed to buy a few more minutes of life before I kill you, so spit it out. What do you know about D.A. Hamilton?”
Angie smirks, “Oh, Victor, this isn’t how it works. I give yo
