~NICO~
My office is soundproof, sealed tight against the chaos below.
Only the bass reaches me, a dull vibration under my feet—proof that everything is running exactly as it should.
I’m seated behind my desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled to my forearms. Paperwork opened before me, and yet—
Her words from the car replay in my head, crawling in. “Please don’t insult me over something I’m already struggling with.”
I grip the edge of my desk and tell myself it’s nothing. She hadn’t begged, hadn’t apologized, hadn’t even waited for a response.
She’d said what she needed to say and walked out of my car like she hadn’t just tilted something dangerous in me.
A knock doesn’t come. The door opens anyway.
Enzo strolls in like he owns the place. A glass of whiskey already in hand. Shirt unbutto
