"Relax, Leona," Serafino said, holding my hand. "My mother will love you."The car drove slowly into the Donnelly family estate. It was even more magnificent than I had imagined—a classic Irish-style manor, with perfectly manicured gardens and guards patrolling every corner."Welcome, Leona," a commanding voice said.Serafino's mother, Patricia Donnelly, was more approachable than I expected. She was a woman in her fifties, her silver hair impeccably styled, with the same blue eyes as her son."It's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Donnelly," I said, extending my hand."Please, call me Patricia," she said, giving my hand a firm shake. "Serafino has told me so much about you."Dinner was wonderful. Patricia and the other family elders showed a keen interest in me. We talked about business, the future, and potential collaborations."Leona," Patricia said, taking me aside after dinner. "Come with me."We went into her study. The room smelled of cigars and whiskey, and portraits of past Donnelly
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