*Giovani*

“Again,” I demanded.

I sat at my desk, my hand around an empty glass as I stared intently at the screen of the laptop in front of me. The surveillance video was taken straight off the camera of one of our best shipping containers.

Gabriele sighed from the other side of my desk. “Haven’t you seen it enough? You’ve probably memorized the whole thing by now.”

“No, I haven’t,” I snapped.

The rage that was boiling ...