DANTE'S POV
The Saturday morning sun filtered through the curtains of my home office. Surrounded by piles of documents and files that I needed to go through, I sat in my seat, deeply burying myself into work as I was determined to catch up on the office work that I hadn’t finished during the week. As I worked, the soft hum of the air conditioner competed with the rhythmic strokes of my pen on paper. I continued to work but the sound of someone entering the office broke off my chain of thoughts, looking up I was met with the greeting of my maid, Juliana.
“Good morning, Mr. Mortelli,” she greeted, bowing her head gently.
“Morning, Juliana.”
“I’m here to clean your office, sir,”
“That’s okay, you can go ahead.” I nodded and instantly buried myself back into my work but the sound of the d
