Francesca’s POV
As I neared the apartment building I saw Max sitting in the lobby. He approached me as soon as I came into view, not leaving my side while I walked through the big hall up to the lift.
“Mr. Battaglia isn’t home. He had to go in, to the office and asked me to call him as soon as you arrived.” – he explained as he fished up his phone from his pocket.
“Well Max, let’s do it this way. Don’t call him, take me to him. I need to talk to him right away.” – I said taking his phone from his hand – “Deal?”
He looked as if I was asking him to murder the president. I could see that not following the boss’s orders to the point would have serious repercussions and I didn’t want to cause the poor guy any hard time like I accidentally had done to Tyler just before our honeymoon.
“Ok,
