Allison's POV

With new stacks of the printed images crammed in both hands, I strolled out of the office. Luca seemed to have ordered his men to clean up the place. I rarely saw the printed papers lying around.

There was none flying on the dining table or littering the floor, swaying to the careful tune of the breeze. None lay around on the stairs either. Well, I shrugged my shoulders. I’ll just have to replace them and keep replacing them as long as I can and until I break him completely. ...