Domenico
For the first time in a long while, things weren’t going my way.
Files lay scattered across my desk, reports highlighting losses I did not tolerate.
The office had been hell all week. I stared at the sketches spread across my desk with a tight-lipped smile.
They were my designs, or at least they had been until Marcel decided to play dirty.
That bastard didn’t just steal designs, he planted a spy inside my company, extracted my newest collection, and by the time we discovered it, it was already too late.
My newest collection, which I had spent months perfecting, had been leaked, and Marcel boldly released them two days before we were supposed to launch ours.
It only meant one thing. Loss. Massive loss.
My fingers tapped slowly against the desk.
Financial damage was one thi
