I remembered the last time I was at his study. I saw a stamp in the drawer.
An official seal.
Recognized everywhere.
Used in place of signatures.
My heart skipped.
I sat up slowly.
If I couldn’t get his signature…
I could use his seal.
The thought sat in my chest.
I heard the faint sound of a car engine outside.
Then the sound of it driving away.
Luca.
He was gone.
The house fell silent again.
My pulse quickened.
I was alone.
Completely alone.
I stood up immediately.
My chair pushed back softly behind me.
I didn’t stop.
I walked fast. Up the stairs. Down the hallway. Into my room.
I grabbed the file from the table.
My hands felt colder now.
My heart beat harder with every step as I left the room again.
Down the stairs.
Through the hallway.
Toward his study.
I sto
