I stared at the dead line for a moment before a knock broke through.
"Can I come in, sir?" Louis stepped in, her heels clicking softly on the marble. She was too careful, which meant she'd already read my mood before walking in.
I gave her a look before she continued. "Sir, you have an incoming call from Don Alessandro De Laurentiis. He insisted it's urgent."
I set the glass down next to the empty bottle of whiskey.
"He said that?"
"Yes, sir. He sounded… impatient. Should I transfer it to your line?"
I turned away, sliding my phone into my pocket. "No. Tell him I'll attend to him when I can. I'm occupied."
She hesitated. "Sir, he –"
"Louis, that'll be all."
Her lips parted to argue, then closed again. For a moment she just stood there, clutching the tablet to h
