Luca stormed into the Van Driscoll Global building like a damn hurricane.
His shoes hit the floor hard—thud, thud, thud—echoing through the sleek marble lobby. Heads turned. Workers froze. No one said a word.
They knew that look on his face.
Pure rage.
And with Luca… it was better to mind your business.
“Son of a b***h,” he muttered under his breath.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Just headed straight for the elevator.
The security guards glanced at each other—but didn’t move. They knew better.
Luca jabbed the elevator button like it owed him something. When the doors slid open, he stepped in and slammed the TOP FLOOR button.
“f*****g old man,” he growled. “Even dead, you’re still screwing with my life.”
He leaned back against the elevator wall, jaw tight, chest rising fast.
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