Lorenzo, being in his office every day, as usual he sits in his chair staring at his laptop, working on some proposals for an upcoming meeting, with a cup of hot coffee on the table and a pack of cigarettes, then he called you

"Hi, how's Nathan? is he still crying or fussy? if he wants to come here just bring it, I'm not too busy, and also give yourself a rest"

As usual, his voice was as sharp as a knife and as cold as ice, in contrast to his son, he was a great and powerful man