Adriano

“What about the girl?” I asked, slowly sipping my coffee.

Matteo’s face went blank, his eyes darting away from mine as if he had no idea what I was talking about.

“Matteo.”

“Sir, I don’t remember the girl you are talking about?” he answered.

A cold smile crept across my face. “Oh, I mean that spy that was planted beside me,” I replied, my tone casual yet charged with threat. “That blonde girl.”

Relief washed over his face. ...