I had just stepped out of a meeting with German investors when I asked my secretary to give me half an hour without interruptions. The real estate agent was already waiting for me in the reception area, always punctual, and as soon as he entered my office, he carried a leather folder and a tablet in his hands.
"Mr. Bonetti," he greeted me with a professional smile, and I led him to the meeting table in the corner of the room. I asked for coffee to be brought and sat down, crossing my hands on the table.
He opened the folder and began organizing the papers with meticulous efficiency.
"You mentioned urgency, so I brought some options that might suit you. All of them are close to your penthouse, in high-end areas, with 24-hour security and complete infrastructure."
I nodded in silence, my
