CHIARA
Irene looks at me suspiciously before responding.
"Seeing as you are asking me this when my boss isn't around, I am guessing you are not supposed to have a phone. Do you know what kind of trouble I would be in if he finds out I accidentally helped with whatever you are trying to do?", Irene's voice is stern and her eyes glare at me in accusation. I deflate, feeling a pang of disappointment. I shouldn't have expected Irene to risk her own neck for me. How did I not consider the fact that Massimo could still decide to hurt her if she helps me?
"I'm sorry, Irene. I didn't mean to put you in a difficult position. Forget I asked, okay?" I try to sound nonchalant, but I can feel the desperation creeping back in.
Irene's expression softens and she brings out her phone from her pocket a
