I stared at the dead line for a moment before a knock broke through.“Can I come in, sir?” Louis stepped in, her heels clicking softly on the marble. She was too careful, which meant she’d already read my mood before walking in. I gave her a look before she continued. “Sir, you have an incoming call from Don Alessandro De Laurentiis. He insisted it’s urgent.”I set the glass down next to the empty bottle of whiskey.“He said that?”“Yes, sir. He sounded… impatient. Should I transfer it to your line?”I turned away, sliding my phone into my pocket. “No. Tell him I’ll attend to him when I can. I’m occupied.”She hesitated. “Sir, he –”“Louis, that’ll be all.”Her lips parted to argue, then closed again. For a moment she just stood there, clutching the tablet to her chest.“He said you should leave. He truly is busy.” Nico’s voice came from behind her and she froze, gave a tiny nod, and slipped out quietly. “What is it?” I asked.“Moretti,” he said. “Or at least something that looks li
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