Valentina’s POV The Ricchezza headquarters buzzed with energy, its glass and steel facade glinting under Baghdad’s searing sun. Inside, the air was cool, sharp with the scent of polished wood, lavender and ambition. I stood in the lobby with Kareem and Nabil, my hand playfully buffing Kareem’s shoulder. “Remember those artifacts you chased all the way to France like a madman? We finally found them. Our lawyers leaned hard on Tariq, and he cracked and spilled everything about their location.” Kareem’s grin stretched wide, his dark eyes gleaming. “Thank God. That was the biggest failure of my career. I was gutted, running around Basra, dodging bullets, only to come up empty-handed.” I laughed, nudging him. “Well, at least you didn’t get shot. Got to stretch those legs, didn’t you?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Good times, Mrs. Ricchezza. All the bullets we’ve dodged together.” Nabil smirked, leaning against the wall, his suit crisp. “You two love the thrill of dan
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