Chapter Five.

My brother,” Enzo muttered to Lilith, “Have you heard that one before?”

“Not for a very long time,” she said diplomatically.

“Do you have anything you need to retrieve from your previous manager?” he asked her. “Any personal belongings?”

“I pretty much have everything,” she said, patting nonexistent pockets on the sides of her skirt, then having the presence of mind to look embarrassed about it. She was so awkward it was almost endearing.

Enzo growled aloud at yet another intrusive thought, and Lilith took a step back, eyes widening. Where were these fucking ideas coming from? His focus was legendary. It was how he had created his empire. And somehow, the woman he was going to use like a tool to get the revenge he deserved seemed to be slowly unraveling him.

“Then get my secretary to show you where you’ll be sitting — and how to use the espresso machine, for that matter,” he said, effectively dismissing her. “My brother and I will each take a cup. Get yourself whatever you want.”

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