"Clara's hands trembled as she wiped them on her apron. 'What does he want?' she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.'He didn't say,' her father replied, his brow furrowed with worry. 'He just said he needed to speak with you. He seemed...insistent.'Clara's mind raced. Was Alessandro in trouble? Had something happened? Or was this man here to warn her off, to tell her to stay away from him?'I'll go talk to him,' she said, her voice gaining a newfound resolve. She couldn't hide from this. She had to face it head-on.She walked out of the bakery, her heart pounding in her chest. The man in the suit was standing on the sidewalk, his face impassive. He looked like a statue, cold and unyielding.'Clara,' he said, his voice devoid of emotion. 'My boss would like to have a word with you.''Your boss?' Clara asked, her voice trembling slightly. 'Alessandro?'The man's lips twitched, a hint of a smile playing on his face. 'He prefers to be called Mr. Moretti,' he said. 'And he's waiting for you.'He gestured towards a black car parked down the street. Clara hesitated, her mind reeling. Was this a trap? Was she walking into danger? But she couldn't shake the feeling that she had no choice. She had to see him. She had to know what he wanted.She took a deep breath and walked towards the car, her fate hanging in the balance."
