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Matteo’s POV
I’d just sunk into my chair after back-to-back meetings when Gianna’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding.
“Matteo, in my office. Now.”
No preamble, no softening. Just an order. I frowned, wondering what the hell she wanted that couldn’t wait. God. I almost cursed as I sat up straight.
The room went quiet as heads turned toward me. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the spectacle and instead stood, smoothing my tie as I made my way to her door.
Gianna was already behind her desk when I walked in, her focus razor-sharp on the documents scattered across the polished wood. She didn’t look up immediately, but I could see the way her shoulders were stiff and I could have sworn there was an electric charge in the air.
“Close the door,” she said curtly, st
