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But beyond that, her acceptance also allowed me to keep a watchful eye on her.
With her within the walls of my company, I would be able to observe her closely and learn more about her intentions and background.
The lingering question of whether she had been sent by my uncle remained, and having her on my team was a way to find answers.
It was killing two birds with one stone.
“I can see she agreed then.” I raised my head at Antonio’s voice. He was seated on the couch beside me, flipping through some documents.
We were currently in the living room of my house.
“Yes,” I confirmed, leaning back on my sofa and letting out a sigh of relief. My phone landed on the small coffee table with a soft thud.
Antonio looked up from the documents he was reviewing, his expression expectant.
"Bene, questa è una buona notizia. (Well, that's good news.)Looks like your offer was too good to resist." He joked.
I nodded, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. "It worked just as we planned."
He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Of course it did. Almost everybody in our line of business knows you have a way with words.”
I waved off the compliment, my mind already shifting gears. "Any progress on her background check?"
Antonio's smile faded, and he sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"I've been going through her records again, but I haven't come across anything that suggests she was employed by your uncle or has any direct connection to his operations."
I tapped my fingers on the table, a flicker of frustration passing through me.
"Keep digging. There has to be something. I can't shake off this feeling that there's more to her than meets the eye."
Antonio raised an eyebrow, studying me carefully. "You think she could be involved with your uncle?"
I met his gaze, my eyes unwavering. "I don't know, but I won't take any chances.Non con tutto in gioco.(Not with everything at stake.)However, I hope she’s not."
He nodded in understanding, his expression serious. "I'll keep looking.”
I leaned back in my chair, my thoughts swirling with uncertainty. The situation was becoming complicated.
If she turned out to be my uncle's spy, I would have to deal with her carefully, either extracting information without revealing my secrets or getting rid of her.
The thought of having her so close yet potentially working against me was unnerving.
On the other hand, if Sophia weren't tied to my uncle's operations, it would be a relief. But that brought another set of challenges.
The fact that she could potentially be a witness to the murder I had committed weighed heavily on my mind.
Her behavior around me was telling – the nervousness, the unease – all pointed to the possibility that she had indeed witnessed something that night.
It was a double-edged sword. If she were innocent, I would have to navigate the awkwardness of our shared history.
How could I build any connection with her while the knowledge of my dark deeds lingered between us?
Yet, the prospect of her not being involved in criminal activities and not being sent by my uncle offered a glimmer of hope.
It meant that perhaps, just perhaps, I could have a genuine connection with her without the weight of suspicion.
Just then, the door to the living room swung open, and one of my men entered, his expression tense.
