"You slept in here?!" Theo said walkng into Tristan's office without knocking.
"As far as I know that isn't any part of your damn business." Tristan muttered in anger, his voice hoarse as he rubbed his eyes, sitting up on the sofa he was lying on.
"Yes, it might not be, but your room is just behind that door." Theo deadpanned, pointing to a door that led to Tristan's adjoining bedroom.
"And wherever I decide to sleep is none of your damn business, Theodore. Now would you stop talking?" He asked in annoyance, giving his brother a warning glare.
"Fine! Jeez. I forgot your not a morning person." Theo said, raising his hands in surrender, before going to Tristan's desk.
"What were you working on?" He asked, scanning the sheets that lay in disarray on the desk. "Why do you have copies of bank statements of Luther Corporation on your desk?" Theo asked in utter confusion as he went through the documents.
"Theodore-"
