Nikolas twirled in the leather chair in his office, legs crossed and head tipped back. His call was on a speaker.
[Mr. Bastiani]
"Aceto, why are you calling?"
[Fernando. He seems paranoid about the event. He thinks something's wrong]
Nikolas flicked one eye open and glanced at York standing at the door. "And why is that? Weren't you supposed to make sure this didn't happen?"
[That was my mistake, I don't deny it. I shouldn't have gone no-contact for so long. He was bound to get antsy. But nothing to worry about. I handled it. Everything will go as planned]
"Mm." Nikolas spun the chair over and over again. "Aceto, I hope you never make the mistake of playing with me. You won't like how it ends."
Aceto chuckled on the other side of the phone. [Mr. Bastiani, an old man like me, wouldn't be so stupid. You're a dangerous man, I saw it the second we met. I wouldn't be so idiotic as to make that sort of mistake. I quite enjoy my life, if you must know. Goodbye]
