As I stepped into the familiar halls of Tomorrow News, memories of my time here flooded my mind. It was strange being back at the place I used to work, considering how much my life had changed in such a short period. The bustling atmosphere, the clacking of keyboards, and the murmur of conversations felt both nostalgic and alien.
Before I could fully immerse myself in my thoughts, a figure approached me, catching me off guard. It was Giovanni Cordopatri, striding towards me with that signature air of confidence. As he drew closer, his lips met mine in a swift, surprising kiss. My eyes widened, and I glanced around, aware of the attention we were drawing from my former colleagues. I knew this kiss was part of some strategy, but I couldn't quite discern its purpose yet.
Giovanni pulled awa
