Then I will have you sorry about it.
The menace did not land; it sliced.
Cold. Precise. Final.
The eyes of Giulia focused.
“You don’t scare me.”
She moved towards him, violating his space, and he had to experience her disobedience.
You think I will have you bully me into marriage--
Matteo didn’t let her finish.
“I don’t think,” he said quietly.
“I know.”
The air shifted.
Heavy.
Electric.
Even all the investors in the room drew closer with the feeling that there is blood in the water.
Giulia laughed.
Low.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
“Then you don’t know me at all.”
She wheeled out towards them, the investors.
Toward power.
And, she cried, in case you want to be stable, then quit chasing appearances and begin counting results.
The room stilled.
Carlo Ventresca contracted hi
