Pablo's p.o.v
"Why the hell am I here?" Mark asked in a loud tone.
He had a cold glare on his face that said it all. He was very annoyed to be called over.
"Thank you for coming here," I said with a sad sigh then moved closer.
He frowned but held his stand.
"So um....."
"Can you not waste my time with nonsense, as it is you know that I'm a very busy man." He pointed out the f*****g obvious.
"Elias is in his car resting. He feels down and had been crying for the past one hour. It took everything in me to try and calm him down." I said honestly as his face softened.
"What?" He asked in an emphasized tone.
"You heard me, Mark." I spat.
He lifted his hand and rubbed the back of his neck with a cold, murderous glare.
"It wasn't me alright. Somehow my mother found out from someone wha
