Jacob's POV:
Climbing down the stairs, I reached Enzo who was in the living room, talking to someone.
"Jacob is not here right now, Mateo," Enzo said sharply on the phone while I furrowed my eyebrows and walked towards him. "Okay, then let me know," he added and hung up the call.
"What happened?" I asked as I reached the bar and poured myself a drink.
"Mateo thinks there is a problem in the Mexico export but he is trying to contact the other party," Enzo revealed and walked to the bar, to pour himself a drink as well.
"What kind of problem?" I asked, taking a sip and walking back to the couch.
"I don't know. There was too much disturbance on the call. Also, he wanted to talk to you," Enzo said and walked to the couch, landing next to me.
"Let me call him," I said and pulled out my phone from the pocket. Before I could call Mateo, one of the staffs walked towards me with his hands clasped in front.