The silence in the room was thick, suffocating, as Marco faced Eleanor across the gleaming table. The man who had been sitting with her—who, for now, remained nameless in Adriana’s mind—shifted in his chair, his eyes narrowing at Marco. The air was electric with tension, each word holding the weight of an impending storm.
“Walk away, Marco,” Eleanor repeated, her voice colder now, tinged with a threat that was too easily veiled. “You’re out of your depth. This isn’t a game you can win.”
Marco’s gaze remained unflinching as he stood tall, his hands casually folded behind his back, as if the situation didn’t rattle him in the slightest. Adriana had seen this look before—on the rare occasions when Marco let his guard down completely. This wasn’t about business for him anymore. This was pers
