I suddenly received a message from Giulia Marino, my secretary, who forwarded a few photos to my phone, along with a message. "Have a look at these photos, Ms. Sorrento—those from the shuttle crew sent them over this morning."In the photos, under the soft glow of the streetlights, several female colleagues were stepping into black SUVs, and uniformed drivers in dark suits skillfully and precisely opened the doors for them. They chatted and laughed, waving toward the camera, with one of them even blowing a kiss toward it. They looked completely relaxed—and entirely safe.I couldn't help but smile faintly.I was the daughter of Salvatore Sorrento, the most feared Don of the Sorrento Famiglia in Ashford, though no one knew my true identity.I wanted every woman who worked for me to feel safe on their way home at night, which was why I invested hundreds of thousands of dollars to set up an exclusive fleet of vehicles. Their entire fleet consisted of bulletproof SUVs, all driven by
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