Three weeks later, Serena walked into the Valentino Industries boardroom like she owned it.
Which, technically, she did.
"Gentlemen," she said, settling into the chair at the head of the massive table. "Let's discuss why our hotel occupancy rates are down twelve percent."
The six executives shifted uncomfortably. These were men who'd run Dante's legitimate empire for years, and they clearly weren't thrilled about answering to someone they saw as an outsider.
"Mrs. Valentino," the eldest one began condescendingly, "perhaps you don't understand the complexities—"
"I understand that you've been charging premium prices for substandard service." She opened the folder in front of her, revealing weeks of research. "Customer complaints are up forty percent. Staff turnover is at an all-time hi
