THIRD PERSON P.O.V
Marcello stood up from the floor with a back ache as his body muscle were stiffened. He smell like dead rat and bourbon. He got up and walked inside the room and ignore the havoc he created. Dressing up he came downstairs and gulp down two aspirin making his way out of the house.
From morning he drown himself in the work. He was attending meeting after meetings. His body was giving up on him. His stomach grumble from hunger but he did not feel like eating.
He was just going for his next meeting when his door open and he snapped his head in irritations thinking who the hell came inside without knocking.
When the person came inside his anger spiked up more. "What the hell you are doing here, Alessa?" Marcello snapped with a clenched jaw.
"Didn't I told you to stay at
