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With swift movements, he began tapping on the car screen. I wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but it seemed like he was sending his GPS location to someone. Before I could ask him, Emilio spoke up.
“I don't know what's happening, but I need to help the Fiore family," he explained. "I'm sending our location to Enzo. He'll meet us on the way and make sure you get back to the penthouse safely."
I nodded, understanding the urgency that propelled him into action.
"Be careful," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
Emilio's grip on the steering wheel didn't relax, his knuckles turning white from the strain. He met my gaze briefly, a flicker of reassurance passing between us before he redirected his focus back to the road.
As we sped through the streets and the city lights blurred into streaks of color, his desperation to reach his brother was reflected in every sharp turn and sudden acceleration.
Although the timing was highly inappropriate, I couldn’t help but secretly admire his vehicle and his driving skills.
Emilio pulled up at a discreet corner, surrounded by tall buildings. I saw another car waiting there, a sleek white BMW 7 Series, its luxurious yet understated design blending seamlessly into the urban surroundings. The windshield was entirely black, tinted so dark that I couldn't see who was inside.
As Emilio's car rolled to a stop, previously opaque glass morphed into a clear surface, providing a sudden view of Enzo sitting calmly behind the wheel. Despite knowing that Emilio modified his cars with high technology, the seamless transformation left me awestruck.
Emilio turned to me, his gaze filled with concern.
"Take care of yourself," Emilio said softly, his voice laced with an unmistakable worry.
"You too," I replied, holding his gaze. "Remember, I'm not the only one waiting for you."
A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I placed a hand on my abdomen, a silent reference to our unborn child.
His expression softened.
"I promise nothing will happen to me," he assured me, leaning in to press a tender kiss to my forehead before pulling away.
"And you'll be safe with Enzo," he added, his tone gentle yet firm.
I nodded and stepped out of the car before turning to watch Emilio's sleek black sedan drive away until it vanished from my sight. I couldn't help it, but my breath hitched. Gathering my resolve, I made my way toward Enzo's waiting vehicle and settled into the passenger seat.
As Enzo started the car and merged into the flow of traffic, his reassuring voice broke the heavy silence.
"Emilio will be fine, Griselda," he said, his words offering a sliver of comfort. I could only hope his words rang true.
Lost in thought, I mulled over what I had been told about my father. My father, who had once been Riccardo Mancini, was now Riccardo Esposito.
I frowned.
The name ‘Esposito’ lingered in my mind as if I'd heard it before. My curiosity piqued, and I reached for my phone, intending to search the web, but as I unlocked the screen, a new notification stole my attention. It was from Sophia.
My mind raced back to the time I was suspended and how my interactions with my team had dwindled. At first, the messages had poured in, filled with complaints about working with Carmella, but eventually, the discussions had all but ceased.
I had assumed they were busy with work, never giving the firm or my suspension a second thought. It felt more like a prolonged break than a suspension.
I opened Sophia's message, my curiosity heightened by the unexpected communication. She revealed that the boss was planning to lift my suspension, revealing Carmella's mishandling of several significant cases as the reason behind the decision.
Although I felt vindicated in my position as a lawyer, I felt really bad for the clients who had received shoddy representation, maybe even blatant mishandling of their case, all because of Carmella’s conniving and incompetence.
According to Sophia, their silence had been due to the overwhelming workload caused by Carmella's missteps and the subsequent efforts to salvage the cases. A scoff escaped my lips as I read Sophia's message.
Carmella's mistakes causing such chaos within the firm were almost comical if this were a reality show, albeit in a grim way.
I quickly composed a response to Sophia, expressing my skepticism about the sudden change in the firm's stance. Wasn't my suspension a direct consequence of Carmella's sway over our boss?
Had her influence finally waned? Sophia's quick reply hinted at the financial struggles the firm was facing due to Carmella’s screw-ups.
