Alpha Lorenzo
VICTORIA
I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap.
“Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started.
From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo.
He said he apologized for not attending.
“I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.