The arrival of Lucas Dom to Barcelona made the public commotion, dozens of journalists chased him from the airport to his home. Behind a three-meter-high fence that was tightly closed, dozens of journalists with cameras and voice recorders waited patiently for the Italian Don Juan to come out.
Lucas, who is now not like five years ago, looks calm looking at the reporters who are still gathered in front of the gate of his house through the large monitor screen in his office.
"Should I throw them out, sir?" asked Rafael Oliver, Lucas' new assistant, who had served for the last five years.
Lucas shook his head. "No, just leave them there. When they're tired they'll come home."
"But it's been six hours since you arrived in Barcelona, sir. You know how stubborn the reporters are, don't you?" Rafael Oliver reminded Lucas carefully.
Lucas clenched his fists. "What do they want to know? When it comes to Ana I won't say anything."
