Luca’s POV
“Call them,” I snapped while pointing toward the phones. “Call every single one of them and remind them who built their comfort.”
“Yes, sir,” one of the men said quickly while pulling out his phone.
“And if they do not answer,” I added while pacing in a tight circle, “send flowers to their wives.”
The room froze. “Flowers, sir?” my assistant asked carefully, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“Yes,” I said sharply while stopping in front of him and smiling like I had just told a joke only I understood. “Beautiful, expensive flowers with a note that says loyalty is romantic.”
He blinked twice. “That will not intimidate them,” he said hesitantly while pushing his glasses up nervously.
“I am not intimidating,” I replied with exaggerated calm while adjusting my cuff
