Ruggerio
“Mr. Capoletti, Mr. Montecco and his partners are here to see you.”
I thank Arabella, who announced my long-awaited meeting and stand up, closing the upper button of my jacket.
“Let’s keep it clean and simple, son.”
I grunt in response to my father, who gets out of the elevator with me, followed by my grandfather and two of our lawyers.
Funny for him to say that after all the speeches he gave me about this meeting.
Entering the largest meeting room we have a few floors beneath my office, I’m faced with a stunning view. And by that I don’t mean the four tall men, all dressed in tailored suits, but the woman standing in their middle. She is wearing a black etui dress that hugs her curves to perfection and her curled black hair is neatly tightened to the side into a low ponytai
