ALEX’S POV
I leaned back in the plush chair in my nephew’s office, making myself at home despite the glare Sandrino threw my way. Lately, I’d found myself coming here more often, my concern for him outweighing his clear disdain for my presence.
Sandrino, as expected, didn’t appreciate my meddling, but I wasn’t about to stop. Someone had to steer him in the right direction, and if that meant constantly clashing with his stubbornness, so be it.
“Don’t you have duties to attend to, Alex? Or is lurking in my office your new favorite pastime?” His tone was sharp, laced with irritation.
“Not at the moment,” I replied casually, crossing my legs. “Are you upset I’m here?”
“You’re always here,” he grumbled, his eyes narrowing. “And you always manage to say something that annoys me.”
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