Ace
I groan and roll over, sitting up and glancing at the door to find Marco there.
"Sorry, sir," he says, turning to leave.
"You already interrupted," I stop him. "What the hell do you want?"
"You asked me to get you that--"
"Leave it downstairs. Go, now. Interrupt again, and that'll be the end of you."
He nods and leaves in a hurry, locking the door behind him.
