Giulia couldn’t breathe.
The video kept playing in her mind even after the screen went black.
I’m in position. He trusts me.
Her voice.
Her face.
Her words.
And yet—
It didn’t feel like her.
“That’s not—” she started, but the sentence collapsed before it could finish.
Alessandro didn’t interrupt.
Didn’t push.
He just watched.
Because now—
This wasn’t something she could brush off.
Giulia stepped back, shaking her head slowly.
“I would remember that.”
“Would you?” Alessandro asked quietly.
“Yes.”
But the confidence wasn’t there.
Not fully.
Not anymore.
Her thoughts tangled, trying to make sense of something that didn’t fit.
“I don’t work for anyone,” she said.
“Then why does it look like you do?”
“It’s taken out of context.”
“What context makes that normal?”
Giulia
