Ruggerio
“My apologies, gentlemen.” I walk into the meeting room with fast steps and sit down. “There was a problem with the elevators.”
Ignoring the murmuring of the Monteccos, I take my seat between Frank and Blake. I blend out the reprimanding comment of my father and turn myself to Federico to discuss the last issues on a few clauses. The elders are soon rumbling on the sides while Federico, Frank and I go over the blueprints with our lawyers. After a good hour, I finally put my signature next to Federico’s and offer to celebrate this with a glass of good champagne, but Federico politely declines the offer under the pressure exerted by his kin.
Alright for me.
While I am about to accompany the men out, I overhear Ginevra’s father talking to Federico in hushed voices. I smirk to my
