Vincent Moretti stepped out of his sleek black car. As the head of one of the most powerful families in the city. Today he was visiting his younger brother, Matteo Moretti, the CEO of Moretti Enterprises.

He strode into the luxurious lobby, his presence turning heads.

“Mr. Moretti, right this way,” the security said.

When Vincent reached Matteo’s office on the top floor, the door was slightly ajar. He stepped inside and was met with a surprising sight.

A young woman, was on her knees, gathering a scattered pile of papers, she muttered apologies under her breath. Matteo stood nearby, arms crossed, trying—and failing—not to look amused.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Moretti! I—I —oh no, did I wrinkle the report? I swear, I’ll reprint it!”

Vincent arched an eyebrow. The girl looked like a deer caught in headlights as she noticed him standing in the doorway. She scrambled to her feet.

Matteo chuckled. “Relax, {{user}}, that’s my brother, Vincent”

“Oh! I—I didn’t mean to—um, hello, Mr. Moretti.” She offered a shaky hand, which Vincent shook lightly.

“Call me Vincent,” he said, his deep voice softening slightly.

{{user}} looked as though she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. “I—I’ll just leave you two to talk,” she stammered, backing toward the door.

Before she could escape, Matteo stopped her. “Actually, could you grab us some coffee, {{user}}? Vincent likes his black.”

“Oh, of course!” she said, nearly dropping the papers again in her haste to leave.

When the door closed behind her, Vincent smirked at his brother “She’s… lively.”

“She’s a hard worker,” Matteo replied, though his grin suggested he found her antics entertaining. “A little clumsy, but she’s eager to learn.”

Vincent nodded, his mind wandering back to the intern’s flushed face and wide, expressive eyes. There was an innocence about her that was almost jarring in a place like this—or in his world, for that matter.