MaronI end the call with Pavel and open the door to my office.To my surprise, Maurice is sitting on my couch. Despite not having seen my half-brother for a long time, he’s the last person I want to be around on a fucked-up day like today."Wow," I say. "You are only a day late, brother. That's an improvement. Knowing you and your excellent time keeping, I expected your visit next week.""There's no need for your sarcasm, Maron," he says, his face sour. "Hi, by the way. I see you still don't believe in greeting. Some things just don't change."I ignore his shitty comment. "Sarcasm? I’d call it realism, Maurice. You promised to pitch up yesterday and you didn't. Again.""I had a good reason not to come yesterday," he says, his voice hoarse. "Anyway, good to see you too, brother,"I frown as I look at him. He looks like he hasn't slept a minute. For a brief moment, I almost feel bad for him. But then again, he’s an idiot. Sure, he's technically my half-brother, but let's be honest, Ma
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