POV Alessandro
I get out of my car, holding my jacket and keys. I return the greeting to the two security men who pass behind me in their small cart on their first round of the day. I've known them for years, and I've even treated them to coffee a few times.
—Coffee... I could really use a few cups of that —I murmur wearily.
I reach the door and open it. The first thing that greets me is the smell of bacon and coffee. My stomach growls immediately, and who can blame it? It hasn't had any food for at least ten hours, only alcohol. I close the door carefully, and it's quite strange to be welcomed by these aromas, as my kitchen is rarely, if ever, used.
I'm almost never home because I spend all day at the office, so I usually eat at the buffet or order something from a restaurant of my
