Matteo pov

I woke up the next morning, and I smiled to myself. Everything seemed to have been going well, so far, I had been able to contain the saga that had happened, and I had calmed down about it.

I recalled meet who they called the Rabel, the main owner, and connections to major media outlets in the countryside.

“Good morning Matteo. I heard you want to see me?" He asked with raised brows, and I was exhaled, moving towards his seat. I had his contact, and had contacted him to make ...