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"For us, for sure. Not for you, though, and after the last few years, I definitely owed you," Emilio replied.
In the process, Vincenzo had taken on this debt and stepped into the breach.
"What happens if he doesn't buy it?"
"I guess then he'll ask for other evidence again."
"Other evidence," I repeated.
"Everything will be fine." Emilio sounded confident, but I was sure he was just trying to reassure me.
I sighed. "Thank you. I guess I'll see you at this party then."
"Yes. In three days." He hung up, and I stared at the wall.
So I had three days to apologize to Vincenzo and somehow get him to do us the favor of putting on a tremendous show. A kiss of the kind we had shared in the kitchen and any doubts would be dispelled.
But he would not get involved. After all, he had made it clear that would not happen again. Vincenzo's vehemence was indeed what it claimed to be. He did not deviate from his principles and certainly not from an opinion once he had it.
As complicated as this man seemed at first glance, he was so simple in the end.
I pulled out my phone again, opened the chat with him, and wrote him a shortscusa. I had little hope of getting any response. Neither did the checkmarks turn blue in the next few minutes, nor did a reply come.
He probably ignored me not only because I had disappointed him but also because I had reacted so violently to his reproach. I couldn't hold it against him, but I could form a new judgment about his stubbornness.
Had he ever apologized in his life? Or was this concept unknown to him because he had grown up in an environment where people rarely apologized for anything and assumed that everyone did what they were told?
He might have been in that position at one time, but that was years ago, and he was a different man now. He emphasized that himself. So why couldn't he put aside his demanding manner and bite the bullet and apologize?
I was not the only one who'd reacted wrongly.
Even though I had consistently failed so far, I was mentally looking for a way to attract his attention. He couldn't spend the next three days in his office and avoid me.
That's probably how he imagined it, but I wouldn't let him get away with that under any circumstances. I might have to make the same mistake a second time, but I would find a way to lure him out of his shell.
Maybe he'd get even more upset about my mere existence, but that was okay.
11
Vincenzo
It cost me nerves. Nerves that I obviously no longer possessed. For a moment, I even wondered if I had ever possessed them, but then I remembered that I hadn't had any problems dealing with strong personalities in the past. So why was Amedea different?
I didn't like to admit it, but I quickly realized it wasn't her who was the problem. It was me. But I certainly wouldn't tell her that.
I would rather avoid her and ignore the message with an apology than get involved. Because that meant I had to admit something I didn't want to. And that, in turn, suggested that everything was developing in a direction I didn't want.
I had only needed a day for these insights, the conversation with Emilio was always in the back of my mind. He hadn't exactly been friendly or reserved in his choice of words, but I hadn't been either in similar situations with him. So I couldn't really blame him.
I watched the pool with folded arms, even if it was deserted. In the background, one could guess the enclosure were there, but none of the windows in the house looked directly at them.
Much to my chagrin, watching the three majestic animals from here would have been interesting. Especially when they ate the mouth-watering morsels of meat and thus made any evidence of a violent crime disappear.
Another thing that increasingly worried me. Amedea was curious and clever. If she continued to stay here, she would eventually discover the cruel secrets my cellar and this land harbored. And honestly, I didn't know if I liked that idea. She was used to many things, but I didn't have to strain that with my schemes.
If she didn't understand what I was doing, there would be additional problems, which we didn't need at the moment. I twisted my mouth.
If I walked out of my office now, I would probably run into Amedea at lunch and find out exactly what she thought of my lack of response. Was I in the mood for that? A little.
