Page 113 of Lumi

“What?” Lumi had braided her hair before we fell asleep, but little hairs were sticking out in all directions. “Who’s at the door?”

“The American.”

“Is it Charles?”

“No, the other American. John White.”

Lumi’s eyes widened to double size. “John White ishere?”

“He fits the description. Wanna come see for yerself?”

“Damian, what are we going to do? He’s waking up the neighbors.”

By now, John was calling for Lumi. “Open the door, Lumi Robertson. I know you’re in there.”

Lumi hurried out of bed and put on a big sweater and a pair of leggings.

“I said open the door, you little bitch.”

Raising her brow, Lumi looked at me. “He’s drunk.”

I nodded. “He’s drunk all right and gettin’ on my nerves.”

“Should we call the Gardaí?”

I skewed my mouth. “They have more important things to do. I’ll just ask him to go away.”

With quick steps, I walked into the bedroom and picked up a shirt that I put on. “Why don’t ye go into the bedroom and close the door? I don’t want him to see ye.”

Lumi nodded and moved back.

In a swift movement, I opened the door and gave the man outside a cold stare. “Stop poundin’ on my door.”

“Who are you?” He blinked his eyes and lowered the fist he’d stopped mid-air.

“I’m the man tellin’ ye to fock off. It’s past midnight, and ye have no business here.”

Pushing out his chest, John slurred his words. “I demand to speak to Lumi Robertson. She’ll see me. Tell her it’s John White. I’m the CEO of Solver Industries.”

“I know exactly who ye are, and she’s not interested. Now go before I call the Gardaí.”

When I tried closing the door, John pushed all his weight into it.

“The fock?” I stared at the drunken man, who stumbled over his feet and fell inside Lumi’s apartment. “I told ye to piss off.”

With clumsy movements, John used the wall as support to get back up. “I’m not going until I’ve talked to her. The bitch ruined my life, and I want to know why.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to ye, and I’m losing my patience. If ye don’t want me to call the Gardaí, ye better leave now.”

“Lumi!” John roared out from the bottom of his lungs. “Lumi, come out here, right now. You owe me an explanation.”

“She doesn’t owe ye anythin’, ye fockin’ gobshite.”

John pushed at me in an attempt to get past me, and I rolled my shoulder to get his hand off and gave him a last warning.

“There’s nothin’ for ye here. Go back to yer hotel, or ye can spend the night in a cell.”

“You don’t tell me what to do!” Spit flew from his mouth when he hissed at me. “I have every right to demand answers. Lumi Robertson cost me my job, and she needs to fix it right now.”