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[color=#D4A320][b][u]Location:[/u][/b][/color] ► Castillo Villa ◄
[color=#D4A320][b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b][/color] ►Emilio [NPC] Marlie[@Dirty Pretty Lies]◄[/center][hr][hr]

Adrían stared down at his father as the latter was barking orders at him. Now that Emilio was put on house arrest, Adrían was the one who had to carry out the various deals that had to be made for the company. Not only that is was his job to keep them some what clean. But Adrían was not particularly listening, because he was scrutinizing the state of the windows that lead out to the back patio of the villa. They had not been cleaned correctly as per his instructions, and that made him mad when the help didn't follow his commands. That's what they are paid to do isn't it?! He made a mental note to have a talk with Guzman their cleaner when he had a moment over. Just then he snapped back as his father ended his sentence [i][b]“...so you need to fix that! You get it pendejo?!”[/b][/i] Who was he calling stupid? It wasn't Adrían who was caught and incarcerated bringing shame on the family name.

[color=#D4A320]“I already have Uncle Aurelio and Hector working on that, and besides it's not like you have any real idea what is going on from inside here anyway. No one would trust you with anything important right now...”[/color] he trailed of at the end sensing he should probably keep what he wanted to say to himself, judging by his fathers glare. [color=#D4A320]“Claro! I'll get on it papa”[/color] Adrían marked the end of their conversation with a huff. He grabbed the file laying on the table between them and turned leaving the room. While climbing the stairs he scrolled through his phone and found the contact he needed. The dial tone was still going when he locked himself in his office.

[color=#D4A320]“Hector! Do you have any news?”[/color] Adrían whispered when his guy answered. [color=#D4A320]“Oh? And how do you suppose we do that?”[/color] he paced the room [color=#D4A320]“Hector she's a child... I'd rather keep her out of it”[/color] He looked out of the window and saw his sister floating around in the pool. He sighed [color=#D4A320]“You really think the Zima kid would fall for that? Fine, I'll ask.”[/color] He hung up and followed his sisters floating with his eyes. With a frustrated breath he swung his door open and went into his bedroom to change in to a pair of swimming trunks and a short sleeved shirt that he kept unbuttoned.

As soon as he stepped outside in to the July heat he regretted it, Adrían despised being too hot especially when he needed to concentrate. He sat down on one of the pool loungers and spread his papers out in front of him. He was inspecting one particularly interesting file when the voice of his sister reached his ears.

[color=#F6989D]“Ay Gordo!”[/color] she began to whine, [color=#F6989D]“I’m bored out of my pinche vida! Why can’t Daddy jet us off to Bali, or Santorini, or Cancún- even if we’ve been there a million times?! Julia’s off on some dumb holiday with her family, and I’m just here by myself all the time because nobody in this lame, stupid town likes me…”[/color] Marlie continued. Without looking up Adrían scoffed.

[color=#D4A320]”Well hermanita, daddies personal accounts are all frozen so he couldn't send you anywhere if he wanted to...”[/color] He flicked his gaze towards his floating sister . [color=#D4A320]”If you are so lonely, why don't you go out and get new connections? Or go be productive.”[/color] He paused, was he really about to ask his baby sister to do their families dirty work for them.

[color=#D4A320]”What do you know about the eldest Zima son?”[/color]