Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Dealing With His Worries The walls of the back office throb with tension, thick with the kind that doesn’t move or breathe. A single bulb swings overhead, casting long, warped shadows that stretch across the cluttered desk between Luca and Vittorio. The light flickers once, just enough to make the moment feel even more unstable. The air is heavy—stale with the scent of burnt espresso, old wood, and cold sweat that clings to the wallpaper like a curse.