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Gianna’s POV
I hadn’t slept well in days. Matteo was like a storm cloud that followed me everywhere—quiet but impossible to ignore. Every glance, every small interaction left me tangled in a web of conflicting emotions that I really wasn’t ready to face yet.
And now, sitting across from him in yet another cramped conference room, I couldn’t concentrate to save my life.
“Gianna?” His voice cut through my thoughts.
My head snapped up. “What?”
He tilted his head, looking far too amused for my liking. “I asked if you’d prefer to handle the presentation, or should I take the lead?”
“Oh.” I forced myself to focus, ignoring the slight flush creeping up my neck. “You should do it. You’re better at improvising.”
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You think I’m good at s
