The quiet sound of the licks and pops of the crackling flame from the fireplace was a stark contrast to the loud and thundering sounds of rain falling heavily, it sounded as though there was a war going on outside. Alvise sat in his office by the fireplace with a glass of wine in his hand, the vibrant flames being the only source of light in the room. He swirled the rich red liquid in the glass slowly as he stared into the fire place, his gaze fixed on a particular ember that glowed the brightest.
His mind drifted back to the reports he had read earlier today and his grip on the glass significantly tightened. He let out a breath to calm his nerves, so what if business was a little bumpy today? So what if a rival had somehow managed to get the upper hand? He always had something planned ou
