Bab 60: Alessio Mask

Leone's strides echoed in the corridor, each step a crisp declaration of purpose. Edoardo kept pace just behind him, a blur of efficiency with his tablet in hand.

"Back-to-back meetings," Edoardo said, scrolling swiftly. "Presentation at noon, investor call at two. Lunch might have to be strategic, sir."

Leone's curt nod was answer enough. "Project updates," he said, cutting through the logistics. "And make sure the presentation doesn't have any last-minute surprises."

"Already handled," Edoardo assured, typing away.

As they approached the glass-walled office, the low hum of conversation floated out. Leone's gaze snagged, unbidden, on a scene near the corner. Evelina, seated with quiet poise, was poring over reports. Isabella, standing beside her, looked tentative as she extended a file.

"Evelina, do you think… you could help me?" Isabella's voice wavered, laden with hope.