Allison's POV

One of the best forms of warfare, as I have learned during my time at Quantico, was a psychological one. And that was the kind of warfare I was about to wage against Luca right now.

I smiled at the guard, nodding my head gently in a slight respectful bow at him as he walked out of the abandoned office, leaving me with the photocopier and printing machines.

I waited until the last of his boots clinked against the tiles, and I moved for the printer. The whole place was sparkling. ...