Daisy shifted in her seat, her usually bold demeanor softened by worry.
"I didn't mean to scare you," Daisy said gently, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I just thought… you had the right to know."
Alessia looked up, her eyes steady. Her heart still pounded, but her voice was calm. "I'm glad you told me. But let's not panic yet. We stay calm… and see what happens next."
Daisy gave a small nod. "Good. Because whatever happens, you're not alone."
Alessia offered a faint smile. "Thanks, Daisy. I needed that."
******
The atmosphere in Luca's office was cool and sharply modern, with sweeping views of the skyline and the heavy scent of imported cologne lingering in the air.
Luca Morano stood behind his desk, dressed in a sleek black suit, sleeves rolled to his forearms, his tie loosened. Power radiated from him with every movement—measured, in control, untouchable.
The door opened. A woman stepped in.
