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Luca Rossi

Luca walked into the office, hair tousled and restlessness slackening his eyes. He took a hold of his coat, ripping off his body and throwing it to a couch in the corner.

Luke sat on the office chair with his feet on the table. He had an amused smirk on his face, watching his friend slowly begin to pace the room with his fingers on his jaw. "How did it go." He asked.

Luca was quiet for a while. He continued to pace, he stopped for a moment. Turning to his friend with a worried expression. "She seemed.... Extremely skeptical. I do not think she would accept it."

Luke let out a chuckle, rubbing his palms together. He stared at the wall for a while before shifting his eyes back to his troubled friend. "I doubt any peasant would say no to thirty million dollars Luca."

Anger slowly seeped through Lucas' eyes. He sent a glare of daggers down his friend's direction. "Peasant? Don't you dare call her that Luke, ever." He seethed.

Luke chuckled dryly. "Relax... I was only riling yo