Sitting on the driver’s seat and keeping her hands on the steering wheel, standing in the driveway to the mansion, Amy pressed onto the horn of Alessandro’s grey Lamborghini, for the umpteenth time.
Frustrated and annoyed; just like she always was with that guy.
Alessandro had specifically requested her to take his custom modeled Lamborghini Aventador SVJ.
Amy thought this was just another one his ways of getting onto her nerves. She knew, now that he had given in to name her in charge of his security, he would make sure to give her tough time but little did he know that he was putting himself up against Amy.
Even her worst nemesis, who were caught by her even after trying to escape for years, wished they had known how stubborn and actually persistent she was to suck the living soul
