"Can you pick me up?"
"You have your own car," I grumbled into the phone.
"It's got a flat tire and I don't have a spare... Just pick me up, be a good younger brother," he sang from the other end, further increasing my annoyance.
"Ask one of your students... Or take the bus... Or walk home," I gave other suggestions but despite all that, I got off my seat and picked my coat up along with my car keys.
"It's unprofessional to ask a student, I don't like the bus and it'll take me an hour or two to walk home. Just pick me up! I'm your older brother, not a stranger!" A string of curses followed after that in which I had to temporarily move the phone away from my ear.
"Are you heading out, Mr. De Luca?" My secretary asked as I left the office.
"Yes. I have to pick my brother up," I mumbled, putting my coat on.
"Would you like me to go pick him up? Or at least send someone else to get him?" He asked and I shook my head before walking off.