NOVARIA’S POV
Fredo leaned back in his chair, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange in the dim office light. Smoke curled lazily through the air, thick and bitter, but Sylvester barely reacted to it anymore. His attention remained fixed on the files spread across the desk in front of him, though his mind was clearly somewhere else.
Fredo studied him for a moment before scoffing quietly.
“So that’s it?” he asked. “You bring a girl into a mafia mansion, call her family, and expect me not to ask questions?”
Sylvester’s jaw tightened slightly.
“I already told you everything you need to know,"
Fredo stared at him in disbelief.
“Wait a sec Sylvester, are you kidding me?, Do you even know her full name," he asked.
"Novaria Edward,"
“Novaria Edward,” he repeated slowly. “That’s her full
