Nikolas sat across from Elio Romano, his fake.
Elio was blinking confusedly at him. "Sir…?"
"You heard me," Nikolas so helpfully pointed out. "I want us to make a deal with Carlos Aceto. It should be good for that S-tier modelling agency you're handling."
Elio furrowed his brows. "But, boss, the modeling company already has a partnership with a better-selling brand, which I don't think you thought of before approving. You only put a hundred percent of your interest into Bratva." He added, "Besides, Aceto is already on the final stage of a deal with Fernando Stolov. Why do we need to—"
"That's exactly why we need it." Nikolas threw his head back against the chair in his office. "I can't let the Stolovs have that deal."
"But why? Sure, Carlos Aceto is a man with a billion-dollar company behind him, but he's nothing to you. There are more bigger companies out there we could draft a deal with. Is there something special about Aceto?"
