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Matteo’s POV.
The train rocked gently as it sped through the countryside, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels against the tracks almost soothing. Almost. If it weren’t for the looming pressure of the deal we were chasing, I might have actually enjoyed the ride.
Gianna Lorenzo sat across from me, her laptop open, her eyes flicking between the screen and the papers she’d spread out like a fortress around her. She hadn’t said more than a handful of words since we boarded, and those were all business-related.
I shifted in my seat, clearing my throat. “You know, I’ve read that working too hard can cause premature wrinkles.”
Her eyes didn’t leave the screen. “I’ll take my chances, thanks.”
I grinned, leaning back in my seat. “I’m just saying, a little small talk never hurt anyone. We’r
