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Gianna’s POV
I hated team-building exercises. They always felt like a waste of time—forced fun designed to foster camaraderie between people who would rather just get on with their jobs. Still, our client insisted, so there I was, sitting in a circle of chairs in the middle of a conference room with Matteo beside me, his usual smirk firmly in place.
“So, we’re doing trust falls now?” Matteo leaned toward me, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “What’s next, singing campfire songs?”
I shot him a look that could’ve withered a plant. “This is important to them,” I hissed. “Try to take it seriously.”
He held up his hands in mock surrender, his smirk deepening. “I’m always serious. You just can’t tell because I hide it so well.”
I shook my head, fightin
