Mancini's POV
I was tired. I could barely keep my eyes open as I stared at the laptop. There was so much to do at the same time, but not a lot had been done. I had just begun to type another email when the door opened. I swore that I would fire any more servants who disturbed my peace.
"I thought I made it clear," I said without lifting my head. "I wanted to be alone."
"Yes, Boss, I know," Lionel said quickly. "But—"
"But you thought you'd ignore me?" I snapped. "Honestly, Lionel. It's not such a good day, and when I say to be left alone, I mean it."
Lionel opened his mouth to speak again, about to give some excuse, but before he could, the door opened wider.
It wasn't anyone in the world whom I'd expected to be in my home.
My cousin.
He strolled in as if my study were his, wearing an expensive-looking tuxedo, his arm in his pockets.
