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Gianna’s POV
The conference room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t suit Matteo Abramo. Normally, he’d be cracking a joke by now, leaning back in his chair as if the weight of the world—or the company’s reputation—was something he could charm his way out of.
But this morning? Silence. It made me uneasy.
I scanned the table where my team was seated. Reports spread out like a battlefield, coffee cups half-empty, and a faint tension lingering in the air. Matteo sat at the far end, fidgeting with his pen. He caught my glance and gave me a grin that was almost disarming. Almost.
“Alright,” I said, clasping my hands together. “Let’s get started. Matteo, do you have the client brief ready?”
He straightened up, pushing the pen aside, and reached for his laptop. “Yep. It’s all h
