"No, thank you. I'm not here to chat with you or to drink with you. I came just as you wanted, so now you will tell me the truth," I demanded bluntly.
Josh let out a loud, dramatic sigh before sitting down on the sofa and pouring himself a glass of something.
"I like girls who are straight to the point, just like you," he said, bringing the glass to his lips.
I refused to take a seat as I watched him casually take a sip of his drink, his eyes watching my every move over the rim of the glass.
"You're here because you want answers about Raphael, about Bennett, and about our entire family business, isn't that right?" Josh asked, his lips curving into a knowing smile.
"If you're going to say something, then just say it. I'm tired of all these secrets and games," I said, not hiding my irritation. Josh's smile widened, and he let out a laugh.
"Sit down and let me pour you a drink. Trust me, you're going to need it," he said firmly, staring directly into my eyes.