Luca's POV
I stared at the meeting request for a long moment, then turned the phone over.
Maya had seen it. She was watching me.
"Are you going?" she asked.
"I don't know yet."
"That means yes."
I didn't argue about it. "My father doesn't send meeting requests. He summons people. The fact that he used a calendar invite means he's trying to signal something. A different approach."
"Or Isabella sent it using his name."
"Different email. His personal account, not the family business address." I picked up my coffee. "Isabella doesn't have access to that."
"You're sure?"
"No," I admitted. "But it's the detail that matters."
Maya leaned back in the booth. "What does David say you should do?"
"I haven't told David."
"Luca."
"I'm telling you first." I looked at her directly. "Because
