As the Morning light streamed the more through the tall glass windows of Morano Enterprises, casting sharp gold lines across the polished marble floor.
Luca stepped out, suit perfectly tailored, his every step radiating quiet authority.
Outside his office, Jackson and his mother waited, their postures tight with hope and worry.
He stopped when he saw them.
"Sir luca, you're here," Jackson's mother said, rising to greet him. "you said we should go...."
"I won't be going anymore," Luca interrupted gently, a polite smile curving his lips.
They exchanged surprised glances. "Why? Is something wrong?" Jackson mother asked.
He shook his head, his tone calm but final. "I have my reasons. But here...." He reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a sleek black business card, the Morano crest embossed in gold. "If you ever need anything.. money, help, anything at all, call me. Please, call me well." His gaze was steady, his words deliberate. "Don't hesitate."
