Ruggerio
“If you check the markup, you can see that they changed a few things in the contract we had drafted out as discussed.”
Blake Hudson is the type of man you look at and immediately would guess that he works as a lawyer. His light brown hair is slicked back and glasses, sitting on his long nose, frame his dark green eyes. His pointed face often wears a cynical grin, and his thin but lean frame is invariably dressed in a dark tailored suit. I can’t remember one time I haven’t seen him with a tie, and he has been working for us for ages, even in second generation. He is practically part of the family, but still.
“I guess Umberto Montecco intervened anyway. It is totally different from what I agreed on with Federico and Ginevra.”
Blake hums pensively while tapping his lips with his
