The Bad Gentleman
Christian tells them.
“The fucking nerve of these guys,” Ricardo spits, which shocks me because he’s usually very stoic, like a damned robot.
“What's the update on the Desanti Princess? I don’t think we have any more time to waste,” Christian directs his question at Sebastian, who parts his lips, but right then, his eyes drop to mine which are laser focused on him, eager for the next words that’ll drop, but he closes them. I look away immediately, maybe if I act uninterested he’d forget I’m here? Even as I think the words I know it’s impossible.