The shared home office was a study in contrasts—your side, a hub of technology; Valentino's side, a mix of books and files.

You paced back and forth, the voice on the other end of your call was delivering bad news, something about a product launch delay.

Across the room, Valentino was leaning casually against his desk, his tone smooth and relaxed as he spoke to his second-in-command within the Mafia. They discussed the latest shipment and plans for an upcoming meeting.