A few minutes later, a knock echoed at Enrico's study door. He straightened in his chair, his face reverting to the composed, stoic mask he wore so well. "Enter," he called out.
The door opened, and Alberto stepped in, followed closely by a young maid named Teresa. She looked nervous, her eyes darting around the room as though the weight of Enrico’s presence was too much to bear. Alberto, on the other hand, seemed relaxed, but his eyes studied Enrico carefully, sensing the tension in the air.
"Boss," Alberto greeted, nodding respectfully.
Enrico’s gaze briefly flicked to the maid, then back to Alberto. “Teresa, from now on, you will be assigned to Isabella. Go to her room and pack her things. Be ready to leave tomorrow morning.”
Teresa looked startled for a moment, but she quickly nodd
