SEBASTIAN's P O V

I didn't utter a word to his question. I took a slow drag off my cigarette and shot him a look that was clear enough for him to comprehend.

‘‘Goddamit, man! You really do like your fiancee’s sister, don’t you? Otherwise, how could you tolerate such a thing?!’’

After extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray, I got up from my swivel chair and walked towards the window. ‘‘As a reporter, you need to give it your best effort. If there’s any ...