Isabetta's POV
The elevator opened on the forty-third floor and I stepped out, my heels clicking against the marble, wearing a cream dress that was expensive and elegant.
Valentina sat at her desk outside Leonardo's office with her posture straight and her outfit professional, her hair pulled back, light makeup and no necklace, and strangely she looked different from the last time I had seen her.
"Isabetta," she said, her voice calm. "What brings you to CrossTech?"
"I have a meeting with Leonardo. Family business."
"He’s in a call. I can leave a message,” she replied, looking back at her work.
I walked closer and stopped at her desk, looking down at her. "How are you, Valentina? Really?"
"I am fine."
"You look tired,” my voice was sweet and calm.
"I'm fine."
I tilted my head. "H
