**Stefano’s POV**
Moretti slapped his hand down on the oak table and stood up, a victorious grin stretching across his face. “It’s going to be a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Bernardo. People with your... vision are rare these days.”
I stood up at once, my jacket pulling tight across my shoulders. I met his firm handshake with a controlled grip. Beside me, Marco surged to his feet, clapping his hands, his grin wide and satisfied. “Great! Fantastic,” he barked, his eyes bright with the thrill of the win. “I told you this deal was sealed.”
Moretti smiled, pleased with himself, and gestured toward the door. “Shall we rejoin the party? I believe there is more champagne with our names on it.”
We walked out of the quiet library, the heavy doors closing behind us. As we moved down the
