Third Person’s POV
The room was thick with tension, all eyes on Amalia, while Emilia just watched her sister like the stranger she had become. They had gone through life-and-death situations together; she had helped her grow and even invited her into her home. But Amalia became greedy, and once again, she went for the things that belonged to her sister.
“Come on, we don’t have all day,” Adrian Voss hissed. Everyone knew he was a man of few words, and his patience was fast running out.
Amalia stared at the files before her. It was nothing new; she had heard Dante talk about the new shop project. It was something his father wanted to do for a woman he loved, but she hadn’t been interested and didn’t pay attention.
Amalia drew in a long breath, and her hands gripped the files. “Everything
