The airport was a cathedral of glass and steel, bustling with travelers and tearful reunions. Leonardo Ferri walked through the automatic doors with the quiet authority of a man who owned every room he entered, his dark suit immaculate, his eyes scanning the arrivals terminal.And then he saw her.Nicole stood near the baggage claim, a vision in cream and gold. Her honey-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes, the color of warm amber, lit up the moment she spotted him. She was surrounded by luggage three designer suitcases and a vanity case that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent but she abandoned them without a second thought."Leo!"She ran to him. Not the careful, calculated walk of a socialite approaching a business associate, but a genuine run, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She threw her arms around his neck, and Leonardo Ferri the man who made board members tremble, the man whose name was spoken in whispers across Nightva
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