Marco POV
Elon thinks I'm being dramatic. He thinks it's not a big deal if Viktoria lives here or not. He understands what's at stake but just doesn't care. We are in the conference room and he's staring at me from across the long mahogany table tiredly.
“Did you find out how Viktoria left the house without anyone noticing?” I ask.
“Why are you so . . . hung up on that girl?” he asks. “If the seizures happen again, we can call her. She’ll come. You know that.”
“That makes the situation disrespectful to Viktoria. Everything I’m doing now is an acknowledgment of how good she’s been to me. Of what she’s done for me.” I look straight at him. “Is there something wrong with that?”
Elon holds up a hand. “I didn’t say that.”
“Then what?”
“The problem now is that you have to deal with a gir
