The change didn’t go unnoticed. It couldn’t. --- Elena felt it the moment she stepped into the main hall the next morning. The shift. Subtle—but sharp. Eyes lingered longer. Voices quieted faster. The air carried something unspoken. --- They knew. Or at least— they suspected. --- She walked beside Alessandro. Not behind him. Not separate. And that alone said more than anything else. --- His presence was the same as always. Controlled. Commanding. Untouchable. --- But there was one difference. --- His hand brushed against hers. Light. Brief. But intentional. --- And people noticed. --- “Boss.” One of the men approached, his expression serious—but his eyes flicked briefly toward Elena before returning to Alessandro. “They’re moving again.” --- Alessandro

