Leila's POV
It was my first time at Luca's office, and I'd been psyching myself up since morning.
If his house was intimidating, this glass-and-steel skyscraper was worse. Everything about it screamed power, sleek marble floors that clicked under my heels, the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne lingering in the air, assistants who looked like they were trained to crush souls with a single glance.
I wasn't about to be swallowed whole. I'd chosen my outfit with care, a tailored cream dress that hugged just right without trying too hard, nude heels that added confidence to every step, and Zara's gold hoops for a touch of Brooklyn-meets-billionaire. Still, I felt the nerves buzzing in my stomach like bees.
Inside the elevator, I caught my reflection in the steel panel and quickl
