Bradley's vacant look surprised Michael, he had never seen him like this, happy.
—Do you want to go to the Verein Viscaccio? Come on, mate, Billy, Stoner and Max will be there,— Michael took the opportunity to invite Bradley back to the club.
Hearing that, Bradley frowned slightly and accepted, after all, his mood had taken a 90-degree turn.
—It's good that you're going. Michael had made it his mission to get Bradley out of those four walls and tell him the truth that had been building up for years.
—After work, I'll go to Verein Viscaccio, and I'll meet you there,— Bradley added, taking some documents in his hands.
Michael said good-bye to Bradley and left his office; he, too, had to get back to work.
There, empty, was Bradley, sinking into his work to get his mind off Layla,
