I S A B E L L A
As we leave his office, I cling to him, my stomach filled with butterflies as he leads me through the wide hallways.
“Where are we going first?” I ask as my eyes scan the long corridor lined with glass-walled offices.
“We have a board meeting,” Angelo says calmly, leading the way with his usual unbothered stride. The soft thud of his footsteps is the only sound in the quiet hallway.
"We?" I mumble, staring up at him in confusion, feeling a flutter of nerves. “Are you sure you want me to be there?”
He glances at me, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Absolutely. You need to understand the world I operate in. Consider this your initiation.”
Initiation. I swallow, feeling my pulse race, but I nod, gathering my composure. This is Angelo’s world, and I’m be
