Valentina POV
"Bianchi Textiles," Sofia said, sliding the signed contract across my desk. "The fifth Ricci-aligned supplier to flip this quarter. He signed within an hour of the meeting. Didn't even try to negotiate the terms."
"He didn't need to negotiate." I skimmed the contract, a cold, clean satisfaction settling deep in my chest. "Fear does half my work before I even walk into the room."
"You want me to send confirmation through the usual secure channels?"
"No." I snapped the leather folder shut, a slow, sharp smile finding its way onto my face for the first time since the ambush at the docks. "Send it directly to Marco's office. Certified copy. I want him to open his mail and see exactly what he lost this morning."
Sofia's eyebrows rose. "That's not subtle, Valentina."
"I'm not
