Viel’s POV
I kept glancing at my wristwatch as the meeting with my staff went on. Every second seemed to stretch longer than the last. I couldn’t stay still.
Today was the day Marco and I had agreed to meet the day I would give him the reward I had promised. If not for the information he provided, Matilda might still be hiding, continuing to play with our lives.
“Sir Domingo.”
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my secretary’s voice.
“Sir, Mr. Barrero sent an email regarding their proposal. They are requesting a meeting,” she said carefully.
I briefly glanced at the head manager in front, who continued his report without pause, unaware that I could barely focus on what he was saying.
“When am I available next week?” I asked, trying to steady myself.
She checked my schedule.
