Hardin's POV
"So you're saying that Tessa and your supposed long-lost brother met in Paris?"
I heaved a sigh, flipping through the stack of documents piled high on my desk for the new week. Judging by how thick the files were, I was already overwhelmed, but thankfully, Carl was here to keep me company.
Still, he could be incredibly annoying sometimes, especially when the topic was a sensitive one like Tessa. I kept calm and quiet, careful not to speak a word, because right now, I might actually say something I'd regret.
I watched Carl pick up a file, sliding it carefully under his arm before rising from his chair and making his way toward the exit. "You know, for a second, I just thought about something—"
"Carl?" I looked up, my brow raised. "Leave."
"She's twenty, Hardin. She's no l
