DAMIAN
Matteo walked into my office without a single knock and I knew immediately that something was off. I frowned as I turned towards him.
“There is something called knocking, Matteo,” I said sternly but he didn't react.
“Someone had been in her room,” he said instead and I finally looked at him.
“Hmm,” I said after a few seconds. “Anything remarkable?”
“No,” he shook his head. “Just pictures of her mum, packaged neatly.”
I turned back towards my laptop, Someone was operating from this house and had used that proximity to sneak into my bride's room to scare her off. I scoffed then, suddenly feeling sorry for whoever it was.
“Pull the footage,” I finally said to him. “Everything.”
“Yes boss.” He made to walk out, but–
“Matteo,” I called and I felt him stop. “Who told you?” The
