The Bianchi’s - I

Murmuring to herself, Evelyn walked to the room on the first floor. 

What the hell did he think of himself? Had he learnt nothing from the conversation they had the other day about communication?

Salvatore could tell her anything he wanted over the phone or personally as long as he was available. And how in the world does he spring up an entire Gala in a day? 

Without waiting to knock on the door, Evelyn barged inside to find him sitting behind his desk with a laptop screen opened in front of him.

Was he really working or what is this call just a sham as she had assumed earlier? 

His eyes moved her and narrowed before he beckoned her closer with curling his two fingers into her direction, "come here, Evelyn. There are People I must introduce you to." 

People?! Oh shit, he was really on a video call!