Albert's POV ---The reservation confirmation is still open on my phone.7:30 p.m. Table for two. Corner booth, the one with the good lighting and no foot traffic. White ranunculus sits on the table. She mentioned them once after a charity dinner. Roses were beautiful, she'd said, but everyone bought roses. Ranunculus meant someone had actually been listening.Matteo cleared everything after six without asking why. The afternoon board review, the investor call, even dinner with the London partners disappeared from my calendar before I thought to move them myself.He knew better than to comment.The quarterly report sits open in front of me. I've read the same page twice. The numbers haven't changed, neither has the reservation.My phone vibrates across the desk. Lorenzo.I answer before the second ring."What happened?”"Eight percent.” Straight to business. "Three shell companies. All traceable to Whitmore's people if you know where to look.” I set the reservation face down and rea
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