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Luca.
Caterina looked like she wanted to stab someone with her dessert fork.
Was that because she finally decided to eat after drinking that cup of coffee for what felt like hours?
Must be.
I watched her from the grainy security feed of the restaurant, leaning back against the leather chair in my office, a tumbler of untouched whiskey in my han