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Matteo’s POV
I wasn’t one for tiptoeing around problems. Gianna, however, seemed determined to shove hers into a f*****g closet and pretend they didn’t exist.
We were wrapping up for the day, the conference room except for the faint hum of the city outside. She was sitting at the head of the table, fingers flying across her laptop keyboard, her focus sharp as a blade. At least, she wanted it to look that way.
“Gianna,” I said, leaving my things and walking to her knowing fully well she’d push me away again. But I didn’t care. Not this time.
She didn’t look up. “Not now, Matteo. I’m busy.”
“Busy avoiding me, you mean?” I demanded, slamming my palms on the table much more louder and harder than I’d intended.
That got her attention. She paused, her fingers hovering over the keys be
