“So, have you thought about what to do with Michael?” Bruce asked, sipping from his cup. “I was thinking you would act the moment you arrived. By the way, how have you been all this time? You sure don't look good. And who the hell is Brian? Why on earth were you so defensive?”
With his questions coming in one at a time, Mia placed her hands on her forehead with a sad look evident in her eyes.
“Maybe you should calm down, Bruce,” she sighed, letting out those words. “You are sounding too inquisitive. By the way, I don't think I want to do anything around here.”
“Why not?” His brows furrowed, as he stared deep into the glass cup. “Why did you say that, Mia? You must have an explanation for that.”
“Yeah!!! I just feel like we should talk elsewhere. By the way, congratulations on your new
