Alessio walked into the private receiving area, his jaw still tight with residual anger.
Even though he had cleaned off the food off his body with towel, he could still smell the food all over him. He would have preferred showering again but not when his Tesoro was acting up like that.
As he walked, the memory of having mashed potatoes splattered across his face made his mind boiled with humiliation.
Vincent was already waiting, standing respectfully when Alessio entered. His eyes took in Alessio's tense demeanor but he was smart enough not to comment.
"Mr. Lombardi." He acknowledged his presence respectfully.
Alessio nodded and sank heavily into the seat across from him.
"Tell me you have good news." He stated, going straight to the point.
Vincent's expression said everything before he even spoke. His face fell as he admitted;
"I still haven't been able to reach Morrison.
