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Matteo’s POV
I leaned against the armrest of the couch in our hotel room, flipping through my phone without really paying attention to the screen. Gianna was at the desk, typing away on her laptop like the day hadn’t been a marathon of negotiations and mental gymnastics.
I didn’t know how she did it. Most people would be sprawled out on the bed, face-planted into a pillow, or binge-watching a mindless show after the day we’d had. But Gianna? She was a machine. She hadn’t so much as kicked off her heels.
“You ever stop working?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
She didn’t look up. “You ever stop talking?”
I smirked. “Touché. But seriously, Gianna, it’s nine at night. Don’t you think you’ve earned a break?”
“I’ll take a break when the work is done,” she said, her fingers not
