I pushed open the grand doors of the Montelli Family’s Averardo Bank in Ragunna, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and wealth. The sound of quiet murmurs and papers shuffling filled the air.

Across the marble floor, I spotted Zani—my best friend and one of the trusted staff members here. She was sorting through a stack of documents behind the counter, her focus sharp as always.

As I approached, she glanced up, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Finally decided to visit without an empty wallet?” she teased, crossing her arms. “Or did you get into trouble again?”

Her tone was light, but I could sense the curiosity behind her words.