Chapter three
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Katherine—no, Alessia—sat at her new desk, staring at the luxurious office around her. The scent of expensive leather and faint traces of Massimo’s cologne lingered in the air. She had survived the brutal interview. Now, she was officially the personal secretary of one of the most dangerous men in Italy.
The gravity of her mission weighed on her shoulders. She was inside his world now, closer than any agent had ever been. If she played this right, she could bring him down. But first, she had to prove her worth.
The door to Massimo’s office opened. He stepped out, adjusting his cuffs, his presence commanding as always. “Follow me.”
She stood immediately, clutching her notepad. As they walked through the grand hallway, she caught glimpses of armed men in suits, their expressions cold and unreadable. Every movement in this place screamed power and control.
They entered a spacious conference room. A long glass table sat in the center, and several men were already seated, their sharp gazes turning toward her.
Massimo gestured for her to sit beside him. “Gentlemen, this is Alessia Romano, my new secretary. She will be taking notes.”
She nodded professionally and opened her notepad, pretending not to feel the weight of their stares.
The meeting began. They discussed business dealings—some legal, some not. Shipments, negotiations, threats. Alessia wrote down everything, her mind working double-time to process the criminal network she had just stepped into.
At one point, Massimo leaned closer, his voice low. “Are you following?”
“Yes,” she said firmly.
His lips curved slightly. “Good.”
When the meeting ended, the men filed out, leaving her alone with him. He leaned back in his chair, studying her.
“You handled that well.”
“I take my job seriously,” she replied, keeping her tone even.
“I can see that.” He stood, moving toward the large windows that overlooked the city. “Tell me, Alessia… why did you take this job?”
Her breath caught. He was testing her.
“I wanted a challenge,” she said carefully. “I’ve worked for many businessmen, but none as… powerful as you.”
He turned to her, his sharp gaze locking onto hers. “Power can be dangerous.”
She held his stare. “I can handle danger.”
For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, he smirked. “We’ll see about that.”
That evening, she walked into her assigned living quarters. It was inside his estate, a grand suite that was bigger than her entire apartment back home. The luxury was overwhelming, but she reminded herself why she was here.
As she prepared for bed, her mind replayed every detail from the meeting. The names, the locations—she had to memorize everything.
A soft knock on the door startled her. She hesitated, then opened it.
Massimo stood there.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“I need you to go through these documents before tomorrow,” he said, handing her a thick folder.
She took it, nodding. “Understood.”
His eyes lingered on her for a moment. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
As she shut the door, she exhaled deeply. This was only the beginning.
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