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SPACES BETWEEN WORDS
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SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER ARTURO AND THE ENVELOPE
The doorbell did not ring in a casual, uncertain way that visitors usually pressed it, but in a measured pattern that felt intentional, three firm chimes spaced evenly apart, as if the person outside was not asking for permission to enter but announcing his presence with quiet authority.I paused halfway down the staircase with my hand resting on the railing, listening to the sound fade into the silence of the house, and for the first time since I had started staying here, the place felt too large and too quiet in a way that made me suddenly aware that I was completely alone inside it.Stefano had left before sunrise for a meeting outside the city and told me he would be gone for most of the day, and the house staff had been given the morning off because there was nothing scheduled, which meant there was no one else to answer the door except me.The bell rang again in the same calm, deliberate rhythm, and something about it made my chest tighten with a feeling I could not immediately
SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER MAFIA CURIOSITY
“Marco keeps joking about mafia business,” I said before I could lose the courage to ask, my voice steady but curious as I stood a few steps inside Stefano’s office while the early morning light filtered softly through the windows behind him.He did not answer immediately, and the silence that followed was not confused or surprised, but thoughtful, as if he had been expecting this question to arrive eventually and had already considered how he would respond when it did.Stefano uncrossed his arms and moved to sit on the edge of his desk, facing me directly with a calm expression that made it difficult to tell whether this topic amused him or concerned him.“And what made you decide to take Marco seriously today?” he asked.“I don’t,” I replied honestly. “But he jokes too specifically for it to feel completely made up, and Cassius never denies it, which somehow makes it worse.”A faint breath that almost resembled a laugh left him. “Marco has a very creative mouth.”“That’s not an answ
SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER SPACES BETWEEN WORDS
“Are you done hiding in there, or did Stefano finally promote you to permanent office decoration?” Marco’s voice reached me the second I stepped out of the office, loud and dramatic enough to make Cassius sigh without even lifting his eyes from his screen.I closed the door gently behind me while trying and completely failing, to hide the warmth still lingering on my face, because whatever had just happened inside that room had not stayed behind with the paperwork and the quiet air.“I was not hiding,” I replied, walking back toward my desk with what I hoped looked like a normal pace instead of the careful, overly controlled steps of someone trying not to look affected.Marco leaned back in his chair and studied me with exaggerated suspicion, his eyes narrowing as if he were investigating a crime scene. “You look like someone who just had a very serious conversation… or a very dangerous one.”Cassius finally glanced at me briefly before returning to his monitor. “With him, it’s usuall
SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER CONTRACT SIGNING
Stefano did not call my name loudly, yet the way he said it carried enough weight to pull my attention away from Marco’s teasing and Cassius’s dry remarks as if an invisible thread had been tied from his voice to my chest and gently, but firmly, tugged me toward him.“Bianca, come here for a moment,” he said, his tone calm, almost casual, but there was something beneath it that made me set my coffee down without thinking and walk toward his office while the others watched with quiet curiosity.I stepped inside, and he closed the door behind me with a soft click that felt strangely intimate, as if the world outside had been muted and reduced to background noise that no longer mattered.For a second, neither of us spoke.He simply looked at me.Not with suspicion, not with authority, but with a kind of quiet focus that made me suddenly aware of how close we were standing and how the air between us felt warmer than it should have.“Did you sleep well last night?” he asked gently.The que
SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER A STORM
“Morning already?” Stefano’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the office as I poured the last of my coffee into a mug. He leaned against the doorway of the small kitchenette, arms crossed, eyes scanning the counter like he was calculating how much sugar I’d used, though knowing him, it was probably a test.I glanced up and smiled faintly. “It’s just past eight. I didn’t hear you come in.”He didn’t answer immediately, simply observed me with that unreadable look he always had, like he was measuring my mood before deciding if it warranted a response.I shrugged, taking a cautious sip of my coffee. “I’m not hiding anything. Yet.”The silence that followed Cassius’s departure felt almost heavy at first, but Marco refused to let it stay that way. He leaned closer across the counter, eyes twinkling, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “So, Bianca, do you always deal with this much drama first thing in the morning, or is today special?”I tilted my head, pretending to consider the
SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER TEASING WHO
Stefano held my gaze for a second longer, like he was checking if I truly believed what I just said.Before he could reply, the elevator doors opened again with a soft chime that sounded far too cheerful for the mood of the floor.Marco stepped out first, adjusting his sleeves like he had just finished a casual lunch instead of whatever serious conversation had happened upstairs earlier.Behind him was Cassius.And for the first time since morning, the tension on the floor shifted into something almost… human.Marco glanced around, then spotted me. His face immediately lit up. “Ah. My favorite civilian.”Cassius sighed quietly beside him. “Please don’t start.”I blinked at them. “Start what?”Marco walked toward my desk with easy confidence. “Being charming. It’s a natural condition. Very hard to control.”Cassius stopped a few steps behind him, arms crossed. “You are not charming. You are loud.”Marco looked offended. “I am charismatic.”“You are exhausting,” Cassius corrected calmly
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