Christopher’s pov
I couldn’t stop replaying it.
I’d known Leonardo Moretti for over two decades. We’d built half our fortunes in the same rooms, weathered the same recessions, sat across from each other at negotiating tables where the wrong word could cost either of us millions. I’d watched him lose deals worth nine figures without so much as a flicker crossing his face. I’d sat across from him during the worst quarter of his company’s history and watched him calmly restructure half the board like he was rearranging furniture. Nothing rattled him. That was the whole point of Leonardo, the stillness, the control, the sense that he was always three moves ahead of everyone else in the room, that whatever storm was happening around hi
