I planned to have lunch with Rocco and the construction site’s manager, but that’s been canceled at the last moment, so I leave my tenth-floor office and take the elevator up to the penthouse. I told Ada to prepare lunch for just Milene today, but she usually makes far more food than necessary, and I’m already agitated about the fact I haven’t seen her since yesterday evening. When I get to the dining area, I find the table set for one, but instead of eating there, Milene is sitting at the breakfast bar with her phone leaning against a water bottle, watching a video.
“Is there something wrong with the table?” I ask.
“Nope.” She shakes her head and stuffs a bite of lasagna into her mouth without raising her eyes off the phone.
“So why are you eating lunch here?”
“We were always forced t
