**Stefano’s POV**

Moretti slapped his hand down on the oak table and stood up, a victorious grin stretching across his face. “It’s going to be a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Bernardo. People with your... vision are rare these days.”

I stood up at once, my suit jacket pulling tight across my shoulders. I met his firm handshake with a controlled grip. Beside me, Marco surged to his feet, clapping his hands, his grin wide and satisfied. “Great! Fantastic,” he barked, his eyes ...