“What are you doing here?” Renata leaned against the door frame, blocking the passage and with her arms crossed around her chest.

“We have to talk,” Domingo replied.

“Talk?”

“And who told you I have anything to say to you?” She scoffed, running her eyes from his face to his neatly polished burgundy shoes.

“Well, I do.” He said flatly.

“And I don’t, so leave before I raise an alarm.” She threatened.

He heaved a deep sigh, but he wasn’t going to give up. He knew ...