Dante was met with a scornful gaze the moment he entered Victor's office. The broker wasn't doing too well, the circles under his eyes showing that he hadn't had much sleep in a while. His hair was messier and the stubble on his face a bit longer. From the looks of it, he hadn't gone home once in the past few days as well.
Though he wanted to shrug it off as the symptoms of withdrawal, Dante knew all too well that he was to blame.
"You got some nerve making me wait."
Victor's voice was tinged with resentment.
"Can't a man eat his dinner first?" Dante raised an eyebrow. "If you were in such a rush, you should've said so."
Technically speaking, the broker had told him to come over right away, but that one text was far from enough. If the matter was truly time sensitive, he would have mentioned so in the text so there wouldn't be any misunderstanding.
"Why are you suddenly…" Victor shook his head in defeat. "Damn it, Dante. Stop messing with my blood pressure."
