Those intense blue eyes met hers, flashing with recognition before instantly flickering into annoyance. The look made Rosa uneasy.
Luciano Mancini sat in the center, flanked by two other men. For a split second, she wondered what he was doing here—why fate would drag him into this moment, of all moments. But she pushed the thought away. His presence didn’t matter.
Her son did.
She stepped further into the room, her gaze dropping to the three men behind the mahogany desk. They looked identical in their immaculate suits—stiff, expensive, and unreadable. As she approached, her eyes drifted to the nameplates. Her heart skipped a beat. They were the board of directors. And there, right in the middle, sat Luciano.
Of all the people. Of all the places.
Her devil of an ex-husband.
She drew
