Valentina's POV
It's been two days since the argument. Leonardo is always cold, and now, I was at my desk, reviewing Leonardo's schedule for tomorrow, when the light emergency lights kicked on.
“Never agree to an arranged marriage,” I replied, seeing a post of someone asking for suggestions.
I heard voices down the hall, and Leonardo's door flew open as he walked out, phone to his ear.
"What do you mean the entire system is down?" His voice was controlled, but I heard the edge underneath.
"Conference room. Now,” he said, looking at me.
I grabbed my tablet and followed him. The conference room was chaos, eight engineers stood around a laptop, talking over each other. Screens displayed error messages in red, lines of code scrolled too fast to read.
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