Changing Demeanors

Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky

That packed up Vodka could be peace-offering or probably one ridicule after all the other I’ve been facing for these days.

I went to the couch anyway. I’m intrigued what could be the reason he had bothered after ghosting me for almost a month. I sat there further away from him. Keeping as much distance as possible. Luca kept doing his work, some charts he was reviewing. Having nothing I decided to take a look at his office.

It was rather big and spacious. With a glance, I could recognize the million dollars artworks on the wall that had my eyes gleaming. If only I could forge them then steal them then sale the in black market. Stolen from under Luca nose should be advertisement enough.

Everything in the office along with the great antiques told the man really had taste in what he kept around him. In art, wine, and people.