And here we are... Well, in my case.
Sitting on the soft floor of the luxurious suite at The Pierre, a Taj Hotel, I tried to process the confusion that my life had become. How did I not notice that the butler was Massimo Cordopatri, Giovanni's brother? Of course, I was thinking about this precisely so that I could use it as an argument when I met with Giovanni and Pablo. Did they hear? No, they probably didn't hear anything, as they were busy... Or did they hear?
My hands trembled slightly as I struggled to calm my accelerated breathing. The light filtered through the heavy curtain cast gentle shadows across the room, highlighting the remnants of the past night.
Massimo Cordopatri. The name danced in my mind, accompanied by recent memories that now haunted me. Massimo's imposing figure,
