As the final bite of breakfast lingered in my mouth, I made my way to the office, my gaze falling upon a neat stack of books precisely arranged on the coffee table. These were the very volumes that had captivated my attention the day before, each one a keyhole into the life of Giovanni.
With a sense of determination, I reached for the top book, cradling it in my hands as if it held secrets waiting to be unlocked. I settled into my desk chair, the familiar creak of the seat greeting me as I opened the book to the last page I had traversed. Yet, amidst the allure of Giovanni's story, an urgent reminder tugged at my conscience—I needed to prioritize my work. The past couple of days had seen my productivity wane, and though Asher had assured me that there was no pressing rush, I felt the weig
