I arrived at Caruso Corp., pulling up to the gates with a mix of nerves and determination. The building was even more intimidating in person than I imagined, its towering glass windows reflecting the morning sun like a fortress. As I approached the security booth, I rolled down my window and informed the guard that I was there to see Luca Caruso. The man who looked serious and stone-faced, spoke into his walkie-talkie while glancing at me. Though I couldn’t hear him, I watched his lips move, confirming my arrival. He stood there for what felt like an eternity, waiting for some kind of approval.
After a moment, the gates slid open with a low hum. He waved me in, and I drove forward, trying to steady the nervousness building in my chest. The tension in my hands was obvious as I gripped the
