Valentina

The hum of the jet’s engines fades into the background as we touch down at the airport in Italy, and I feel a sense of relief wash over me even as I gather my belongings and prepare to disembark. It's been a long journey from Greece, but I'm finally back on familiar ground, ready to face the situation at the office as soon as possible.

As I step off the jet, I'm met by Alberto, who stands very close by with a concerned expression on his face. He falls into step beside me, his brow furrowed in worry.

"Valentina," he says, his voice tinged with relief. "I'm so sorry to have drawn you away from your vacation sooner than expected, but the situation was getting out of hand"

I nod, my own concerns weighing heavily on my mind. "I understand, Tell me everything," I say, my tone firm.

Alberto launches into a detailed account of the situation with the perfume, his words echoing in my ears as we make our way through the airport. It's clear that the issue is more serious than I had initially thou