Leone
I’m staring at the mahogany surface of my desk, trying to collect myself, when a knock interrupts the silence. My head lifts. “Enter,” I bark, expecting one of my workers with some trivial matter.
It’s not them. It’s a problem I can’t solve with force or fear. Because this man has no fear when it comes to his daughters.
Nathan storms into my office, his face etched with worry and desperation. His blue eyes, so much like Emma’s, usually calm and reassuring, now flicker with a fierce intensity.
“Leone, for God’s sake, tell me Fallon’s alright. Let me speak with her,” he demands. I’ve been avoiding him as much as possible, usually making sure I’m not here when his shift ends. Today, it seems I can’t avoid him.
“Out, Nathan,” I command coldly. “This isn’t a place for family reunions
