The next morning brought an apparent calm, but inside Seraphina's mind a storm never ceased. She tried to organize her thoughts while walking through the hallways of the immense mansion, but Vincenzo's words echoed incessantly. Every gesture of his, every calculated glance, made her even more enraged and at the same time unsettled.
'Jarvis, I'm so sorry... I tried to be strong, but he's breaking me piece by piece. I never imagined it would end like this. Not like this.'
In the main hall, Mathew awaited her with a stern expression.
"Miss Seraphina," he began bluntly, "the boss wants to see you immediately."
She arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Isn't it too late for more meetings?"
He insisted. "Call it an order."
Seraphina huffed, but had no choice.
Upon arriving at Vincenzo's
