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CHAPTER 151SHADOWSCHIARA Ever since the meeting, I somehow stopped having my own schedule. It wasn’t something Lucien announced. Every morning, before I could even decide what to do with my day, someone would appear outside my room.“Madam.” I would already know. “Don Moretti is waiting.” Sometimes it was another meeting, Sometimes it was the study. Sometimes it was simply the library while he worked through endless reports and expected me to sit nearby with one of my novels. He never explained why. He only said the same thing every time.“Come.” And somehow, I always did. The meetings had become easier to follow. It wasn’t because I suddenly understood business, but because I had learned when to listen instead of trying to understand every word. Still, I rarely spoke anymore. Every time I opened my notebook, Ferraro’s face appeared in my mind. The moment Lucien had asked him to remain behind, the look on his face, The fear.After his death, even though I really didn’t witness, I w

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CHAPTER 152QUIET UNDERSTANDINGS CHIARA The mornings had settled into a routine I never expected to enjoy. After breakfast, I usually followed Lucien to his study. He never asked anymore. He simply looked at me before leaving the dining room, and I found myself standing to follow without either of us saying a word. He worked. I read. Sometimes hours passed without either of us speaking. Strangely, I had begun looking forward to those quiet mornings.That day was no different. I sat near the window with a novel resting open on my lap while Lucien stood behind his desk, reading through several reports Marco had placed before him. The room was filled with little sounds that had somehow become familiar. The turning of paper. The scratching of a fountain pen. The ticking of the antique clock mounted above the fireplace. I had almost reached the end of another chapter when a knock interrupted the silence.Marco entered first. “There has been a change.”Lucien looked up. “What happened?”“

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CHAPTER 153THE CHALLENGE LUCIENThe meeting room had become familiar enough that I barely noticed it anymore. The same polished oak table. The same floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the eastern gardens. The same collection of reports waiting neatly arranged in front of every chair. Only one thing had changed. Chiara.She sat quietly near the end of the table with a notebook resting on her lap. Unlike the previous meeting, she wasn’t writing constantly. She hadn’t even opened it yet. I hadn’t brought her here to search for mistakes. I had brought her because I wanted her here. That reason alone should have concerned me more than it did.Marco began outlining the latest reports while Matteo added several observations of his own. I listened, asking only enough questions to keep the discussion moving. The conversation eventually turned toward the next phase of the project. Different approaches were suggested, different timelines discussed. When everyone had finished speaking, I made

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