Semua Bab Owned By The Mafia Lord: Bab 501 - Bab 510

THIRD PERSON The office buzzed earlier than usual that morning. Word had already spread that Marco had given the green light to test Sarah’s new review system. The idea had come quietly from her during the meeting the day before, almost as an afterthought, yet it caught everyone’s attention. Now, the whole floor wanted to see if it would actually work.Sofia stood by the glass wall of her office, one hand around her coffee cup, the other resting on her hip. Through the reflection, she could see Sarah walking through the hallway, calm and collected. People greeted her with a tone Sofia had never heard them use before. Even the IT head, a man who rarely bothered to smile, gave her a respectful nod.Sofia’s jaw tightened slightly. Her own suggestion had been called “smart” by Marco, but nothing had come of it. Meanwhile, Sarah’s was being implemented the very next day. The memory of Marco’s approving tone the day before played in her head like a quiet taunt. That small nod he gave Sarah

THIRD PERSONSarah woke up to the soft light spilling through the curtains, her body warm against Marco’s. His arm rested around her waist, heavy and protective, his breath calm and even against her neck. She lay still for a while, just listening to that quiet rhythm, letting herself pretend that peace was permanent. It had been weeks since things felt this calm. No harsh words, no cold silence, no distance. Just warmth, simple and steady.When she turned slightly, Marco stirred. His voice came out low and rough. “You’re staring again.”She smiled without opening her eyes. “You talk too much in the morning.”He chuckled softly, half awake. “I’m Italian. We talk even in our sleep.”Sarah rolled her eyes, though a small laugh slipped from her lips. “You’re getting cocky again. Must mean you’re relaxed.”“I am,” he said, brushing his thumb across her jaw. “You’re the reason.”It still caught her off guard, the softness in his voice. She wanted to believe it was real this time, that he wa

THIRD PERSONSofia sat behind her desk, legs crossed, the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the quiet office. Her laptop was open, but not on any document. Netflix ran in full screen. Some ridiculous comedy series, the kind she would have once called trash, but today she couldn’t stop laughing.She leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee, eyes half on the screen. “Oh, come on,” she muttered to herself, laughing when one of the characters tripped over a cat. “You idiot. How are you even still alive?”Her assistant, Franca, glanced up from her corner. “You’re watching that again?”“It’s comfort television,” Sofia said, smiling. “Pure stupidity. Makes people feel smart.”Franca shook her head with a small laugh. “You’re the only person I know who watches work comedies during work hours.”“That’s because I earned it,” Sofia said, stretching lazily. “Some people stress to survive. I plan ahead.”There was something different about her today. Her face carried that glow of satisfa

THIRD PERSONThe door closed behind Sarah and the room fell quiet. The sound of her heels faded down the hallway, leaving only the hum of the air conditioner and the tension she’d left behind. Marco stood frozen, his hand gripping the edge of the desk, jaw tight. Tony lingered by the door, clearly torn between staying and disappearing.Sofia stayed still. She didn’t speak, didn’t move. She watched him instead, letting the silence sink in. This was the moment she’d been waiting for. The first real crack between them.Marco finally exhaled, a sound closer to a growl than a sigh. “Find out who accessed that shipment. I want everything. Logs, accounts, every trace.”Tony nodded fast. “I’ll get on it right away, boss. But whoever did this… they covered their tracks well. It’s clean. Too clean.”Marco’s hand dropped to the chair as he sat. His eyes looked tired, darker than usual. “It’s too clean,” he muttered again. “This wasn’t random.”Sofia took one slow step forward. “You’re right,” sh

MARCOIt was past midnight, but I wasn’t ready to go home. The whole building was silent, the kind of quiet that made your thoughts louder. My tie was half undone, sleeves rolled up, a glass of whisky sweating beside my hand. The smell of it hung in the air, sharp and bitter.I sat behind my desk, staring at the papers spread open. Reports, numbers, updates.. none of it made sense anymore. My eyes kept drifting back to that moment earlier today. The look on Sarah’s face when I told her to leave. The way i didn’t let her argue, didn’t even let her try to explain. She just stood there, stunned. Like I’d ripped something out of her.I tried to shove it out of my head. She brought it on herself. She walked into something she didn’t understand and got burned. This business wasn’t made for soft hearts. I poured myself another drink and stared at it too long before swallowing it all in one go.The door opened quietly. Tony stepped in, a folder in hand. His face was tense, cautious. “No updat