Elena didn’t come in the next morning.
That alone was enough to set the entire building off.
And Alessandro was already pissed.
“Where is she?” he asked flatly the second he walked in.
No greeting.
No patience.
Just that.
Her assistant hesitated. “She… called in sick.”
Alessandro’s jaw tightened. “Bullshit.”
The assistant blinked. “Sir?”
He didn’t repeat himself.
He just turned and walked straight out.
By the time he got to his car, his phone was already ringing.
Adrian Keller.
Of course.
Alessandro answered immediately. “If you’re calling to talk, save it.”
A low laugh came through the line. “Relax. I just wanted to check how the little scandal is treating you.”
Alessandro’s grip tightened on the phone.
“Say what you want.”
“Oh, I will,” Adrian replied. “But first—tell
