Gonzalo
I got back from Sweden with a clear mind and a burning resolve.
The past few weeks have been a roller coaster.
One moment, the deal signed by Marcus and I was about to collapse after that nasty security breach, and the next, I'd clawed my way back to success.
That breach had been a pain, a minor hiccup in an otherwise flawless plan.
The woman behind it? Zeina?
Just an anonymous nuisance, a speck of dust in my grand design. I decided then that I wouldn't waste another thought on her.
I had bigger fishes to fry.
The very next day, I organized a meeting with Marcus Laurent.
I walked into the room, my tailored black suit sharp as ever, my steely gaze set on business.
Marcus was already there, waiting at a long, polished table in a private room of one of our favored venues. He looked very excited.
The room smelled faintly of expensive cologne and rich leather, a fitting setting for men who played hard and got what they wanted.
