Vincenzo’s POV
I grabbed my phone from the desk, staring at it for a moment as if the device itself held some kind of answer to the turmoil running through my veins. With a hesitant exhale, I pressed the dial button, the faint ring vibrating in my palm as the call connected. It rang three times before my accountant, Frank, picked up on the other end.
"Hello?" His voice was steady, calm, as always, but I could detect the smallest trace of fatigue in it.
"Frank," I said, my voice rough, weighed down with more than just a business inquiry. "I need the full details of the property in Las Vegas. The one I’ve been considering. The one near the Strip."
There was a pause on the other end. Frank was never one to take a second too long before responding, which made me all the more aware of his h
