Alessia Mancini
The late afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany of my desk. Riley's silhouette was framed against the view of Porto Cristallo's glittering coastline, her fingers absently tracing the leather armrest as she took in the opulent space.
"This office... it's like something out of a movie," she murmured, her eyes wide. "How did you even—"
I cut her off with a soft laugh, settling into the chair behind my desk. The leather creaked softly, still new and unfamiliar. "Giovanni," I explained, the name feeling heavy on my tongue. "He insisted I have a proper workspace."
Riley's eyebrow arched. "Proper, huh? This place probably costs more than my entire apartment building."
I felt a flush creep up my neck, remem
