Valentina's POV
Enzo Domenico sat behind a massive desk.
The office was exactly as the photos had shown, no windows, thick walls, soundproofed.
The kind of room where conversations stayed private.
He looked up as I entered. Didn't smile. Didn't stand.
Just watched me with eyes that missed nothing.
"Valdina. Thank you for coming."
"Of course, Mr. Domenico." My voice was steady but quiet. Respectful.
"I... I wasn't expecting your call."
"Sit."
I sat in the chair across from him, perching on the edge like I was ready to bolt.
Which Valdina would be.
Enzo leaned back in his chair, studying me.
"You're probably wondering why I asked you here."
"Yes, sir."
"I like to know the people in my son's life. Especially those who might become... permanent fixtures."
"Oh. I... I'm not sure Massimo and I are that serious yet."
"Aren't you?" His expression didn't change.
