*Elio*

Franky didn’t even look up from the laptop. He was typing away at a supersonic speed, even ignoring my greeting as Cat and I walked into the warehouse casually. I let Cat take her pick of the seats as her gaze naturally fell to the room, which had been completely remodeled since the last time she’d been here.

No longer was the room filled with just some metal chairs and an empty table with a range of monitors up in the corner. No, the whole place had ...