Orlando’s POV
I was standing in my office before the window thinking about the events of the weekend. As usual I had arrived in the office this morning with a foul mood since I had not been able to sleep since the night Zenith had left the apartment. The sheets had been changed but everything in his apartment smelled like Zenith. And it was absolutely horrifying but he knew he had to deal with it.
“Good morning Orlando. Can I talk to you about something really serious?” asked Marguerite as Orlando turned to look at her.
“What so serious happened in the first half of the day? I have not put anyone out of business yet, have I?” asked Orlando with a sad hint of a smirk on his handsome face.
“You are so negative and morose that it affects every single person’s health. God, I cannot even st
