MilaThis time, Luca didn’t say anything. His eyes roamed over my face, trying to read me.But I already locked that door, Luca, I scoffed inwardly. The easy-to-read Mila is gone.My eyes drifted to the Russian princess. “Okay, Miss Malakhov.”Once I took my seat, she smiled. “Call me Irina, please.” Then she looked toward Luca and added, “Miss Russetti’s offer captured our attention. Could you give her the chance, Il Don?”Luca remained silent.And that was a sign to start.But I didn’t like the way she asked him for permission for me to speak.Still, I refused to let anger or bitterness lead me. I was here to claim our status. Our place.I raised my chin and began, “We are aware that the Malakhov industry is looking for a way to enter the cosmetics line in the USA.”The hall fell silent. All eyes fixed on me.“The competition is very strong among the established brands. Gaining a solid foothold through traditional methods would be difficult,” I continued, watching her reaction close
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