Alessia Mancini
The numbers danced before my eyes, a kaleidoscope of possibilities that set my heart racing. I leaned closer to my sleek laptop screen, the soft glow illuminating my face in the dimly lit office. The scent of expensive leather and Giovanni's lingering cologne enveloped me, a constant reminder of the world I now inhabited.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, double-checking figures and projections. As the final calculation fell into place, a surge of triumph welled up inside me. Without thinking, I clapped my hands together, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet room.
The door connecting our offices burst open, and Giovanni's imposing figure filled the doorway. "Alessia? Are you alright?" His deep voice held a note of concern that sent a shiver down my spine.
I nodded
