The next morning started with screaming.
Not dangerous screaming.
Victor screaming.
"WHY ARE THERE REPORTERS OUTSIDE THE BUILDING AT SIX IN THE MORNING?"
Camille walked into the penthouse kitchen wearing one of Dante's oversized shirts and paused at the sight of Victor dramatically peeking through the curtains like a paranoid criminal.
Elena sat at the marble counter completely unbothered while drinking espresso.
"Because Camille broke the internet again."
"I liked life better when we were fighting illegal corporations underground."
"No you didn't," Adrian muttered from the couch.
"True."
Camille laughed softly before opening the fridge.
Dante entered moments later freshly showered and dressed entirely in black as usual, expensive watch gleaming against his wrist.
Victor pointed at him instantly.
"This is your fault."
Dante looked unimpressed already.
"How?"
"You created a globally admired billionaire couple."
Camille rolled her eyes.
