The protest outside Luca’s mansion had barely finished circulating on every news channel when my phone rang.I was already awake. I had not slept much. Not because I was anxious, but because timing matters in moments like this. When a public image burns, people begin to choose sides quietly.The call came from a number I did not store under a name.I answered without greeting.“Yes,” I said, standing near the window of my apartment, watching the early traffic move below.“It’s done,” the voice on the other end said, low and steady.My grip on the phone tightened slightly.“Confirmed?” I asked, turning away from the window and walking toward the table where several documents were spread out.“Yes,” the voice replied. “He has agreed to speak. Officially.”I let out a slow breath“Under protection?” I asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down.A small pause followed.“Full protection,” the voice answered. “Arranged through your… connection.”That meant Serafina’s father.He did not m
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