Oscar walked towards his desk, but stopped, heading instead to the window and opening it a crack, letting the cool night air in. he strode over to the desk and pulled out his box of cigars, lighting one before doing something unusual. Gruffly picking up the ashtray off his desk, he set it down on the coffee table off to one side, before taking a seat on the couch near the chair where the young man had sat.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> “what is happening with your father… this will not in any way reflect on you and your sister after this week. I’m sorry to use the two of you to take my vengeance… but you both are all that matters to him. And for the next day or two I’m going to need you to keep a wide berth. You can stay in the guest rooms we keep upstairs, but you can not go home until we’ve made our move…”</span>he took a drink from the glass the young man had handed him, sighing.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“But I will need you there tomorrow night. And I wanted to apologise for what you will have to witness."</span><br/><br/>His plans for the girl and her father would come to fruition soon, and in order to make the man suffer, he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He wanted to tear antonio’s heart out, like he’d done to him. And he wanted, no… needed to see him suffer. He could only hope that the boy would forgive him after this weekend was over with. He took another sip of the whiskey, leaning back on the couch.