The Mafia‘s Shared Love
As we entered the office, Hannah’s assistant barely spared us a glance before motioning us toward the sleek glass doors of her office.
“Right on time,” Hannah said as we stepped inside. She was seated behind a large desk, exuding power in a deceptively calm yet sharp way.
“Hannah,” Nolan greeted, his voice smooth and controlled. “This is my wife, Anastasia.”
Hannah’s piercing blue eyes flicked to me, scanning, assessing. “The woman of the hour,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“All good things, I hope,” I said smoothly, taking the seat across from her without waiting for an invitation.
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