ALESSIO’S POV
There are moments in war when strategy becomes personal.
Until now Caruso had tested contracts, markets, perception. They circled like disciplined predators. Calculated. Patient.
Then they crossed the line.
It happened on a Tuesday afternoon.
Seraphina was scheduled to present revised projections to a group of private investors. High net worth individuals considering expanding their stake. The meeting was routine on paper, important but controlled.
Matteo insisted on security adjustments after the parking garage incident. Two discreet men positioned outside the conference suite. Driver on standby. Updated travel routes.
I do not believe in coincidence. I believe in patterns.
And that day the pattern sharpened.
Thirty minutes before her presentation Lorenzo called me
