TWENTY-FOUR
The polished marble floors of Camilla's office building echoed softly as Enzo and Gianni strode down the corridors. Enzo's expression was unreadable, but Gianni—ever observant—could tell he was barely containing his frustration. "Are you serious right now?" Enzo's voice was low, sharp. "You couldn't have waited another five minutes?" Gianni, walking beside him with an easy stride, smirked. "Five more minutes and she would've put a bullet between your eyes, boss. Seemed to me like she was closer to killing you than forgiving you." Enzo shot him a glare but said nothing. The tension between him and Camilla had been shifting, delicate as glass. One wrong move, one more lie uncovered, and he might lose her for good. And now, thanks to Gianni dragging him away, he hadn't even gotten the chan
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