Chapter 58
Chapter Fifty-Eight I have just come back from the archive room and sloshed back in my chair as the phone on Salvatore’s desk starts ringing. “f**k. Whatever it is, it better be important.” But Salvatore walks in and motions for me to stay seated. “I got it.” Cazzo. The last thing I want now is to deal with some business complication. It’s freezing out there and all I want is to go home to Chloé. Maybe I will f**k her before dinner in the huge new bathtub we bought last month. Yeah, that’s a good idea. I watch as Salvatore leans against his desk, casually runs a hand through his wet hair, trying to dislodge the rain, and then grabs the ringing phone. “Salvatore here.” I am about to return to reading the export report when his relaxed posture suddenly goes rigid. “Cosa?” he barks. “Wh
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