LUCIANA
“What do they make?” I ask.
It has to be something illegal if they have been keeping it a secret from me all these years.
All I can see on the surface is drinks being processed but my father takes me deeper and deeper to unveil secrets that one would never find out.
“You make coke,” I exclaim when he finally reveals the secret lab and gives some shallow explanations. It is only opened by biometrics and an ordinary person can never notice.
I guess that's why they have never been caught all these years. That, and many other contingencies might father must have input.
I'm not sure what I was expecting either. I can't gauge my shock even on a scale of ten.
I've always known they were up to something fishy. I just didn't know what exactly.
“Aren't you afraid that I might report
