~ LORENZO ~
A wide smile painted her face as she strode towards the stairs where we stood.
“Hello Mr. Lorenzo Michael,” she greeted me and all my reserved thoughts flew out of the window.
“Melissa Marino.” Maxwell smiled.
“It's been a while, Mr. Maxwell.”
Maxwell grinned even wider, his head thrown back as he muttered. “You don't have to be formal.”
Clearing my throat to interrupt them, I held my palm out to Melissa so she could hold. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Maxwell led the way to the last building.
“Where have you been all this while?” Melissa asked, her eyes on mine as if the answers were written there.
Where had I been? It was a surprise to everyone. I had been absent from the world, from people, that everyone had thought I was dead, but then, that was something nobody needed to know.
My lips curved into a deep arc, “that would be a topic for another day. Was that why you wouldn't stop calling my phone?”
We stepped into the room, two men seated at the far corner, I guessed the
