LEO’S POV The moment David saw me, his entire posture changed. He straightened up so fast he nearly knocked his water glass over, his shoulders squaring as he plastered on a desperate, eager-to-please grin. I didn’t even give him a glance, completely freezing him out as I slid back into my leather seat. If the idiot knew this entire dinner was a staged execution for his social and financial life, he wouldn’t be here smiling like an asshart. “Oh, not at all, Mr. Verilli,” Manon breathed, leaning forward with her tablet already in hand. “We were just reviewing the regional projections you forwarded.” “Excellent. So, what have you decided regarding the entry-tier logistics?” I asked, completely ignoring the fool beside her. “Well, we believe that launching through your luxury sectors in Milan and Paris simultaneously gives us the prestige baseline we need,” Manon began, her eyes bright with ambition. “However—” “Actually, if I could just jump in there,” David chimed in, his voic
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