Grandpa!! exclaimed Mario. "She handles a room full of suits better than your father ever could," Artie said softly, leaning on his cane as he stopped next to his grandson. His sharp hazel eyes were fixed on Maya across the room, watching her speak with absolute poise.
Mario smiled, a soft, unmistakable warmth breaking through his rugged features. "She's in a league of her own, Grandfather."
Artie turned his head, looking up at Mario with a quiet, calculating gaze that carried eight decades of worldly wisdom. The old man took a slow sip of his sparkling water, letting the silence stretch between them just long enough to make his point.
"I’m not asking about her blueprints, Mario," Artie said, his voice dropping into a low, intimate tone meant only for the two of them. "I’m asking about
