Adriana barely had time to enjoy the quiet of the morning when Marco placed a thick folder in front of her.
She glanced up at him, arching a brow. “What’s this?”
He was already pouring himself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the dining area. Dressed in a crisp black button-down, he looked as put-together as ever, completely unfazed by the tension still lingering between them from the night before.
“Your next lesson,” he said casually, taking a seat across from her.
Adriana sighed, eyeing the folder warily. “Please tell me this doesn’t involve another ‘how to fool high society’ training session.”
Marco smirked. “Not quite. This is about control.”
She straightened. “Control?”
Instead of answering, he flipped open the folder. Inside was a collection of profiles. Names, photos,
