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Sophia nodded without looking at me again, and I left my office with Antonio in tow, his gaze sweeping over the two tables in my office with a blank expression.
The tension between Sophia and me still hung in the air, unresolved and unspoken, but matters at hand demanded my attention.
Whatever unspoken desires lay between us, as well as her eagerness to deny the tension between us, would have to come later.
Antonio and I walked briskly down the corridor, heading for an empty, secure room to discuss matters privately without fearing anyone overhearing.
As we entered the room and closed the door behind us, I wasted no time getting to the point.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice low and urgent.
Antonio's expression was serious as he leaned against a table. "Lo abbiamo (We have it), Matteo. We've got George locked up in the safe house. I made sure we weren't noticed or followed."
Relief washed over me at his words. Getting George into our custody was a crucial step, and knowing it had been done without any complications was a weight off my shoulders. I nodded appreciatively at Antonio.
"Grazie (Thank you),” I said, sincerely grateful for his dedication and efficiency.
Antonio nodded in return. "Ovviamente (Obviously). You know I've got your back."
I appreciated Antonio's loyalty and the trust we had built over the years. He was a valuable asset, and I knew I could rely on him.
"I plan to deal with him in a week," I informed Antonio, my thoughts racing as I strategized.
"I want to wear him down, make him anxious. He'll expect me to want to see him as soon as possible, but if I wait, it'll put him on edge."
Antonio raised an eyebrow. "Playing the long game?"
I nodded. "Esattamente (Exactly). I want to unsettle him. Make him doubt his situation."
Antonio's lips curled into a slight smile. "Nessun problema (No problem)."
“Give him only enough food to survive. I want him weakened and on the verge of giving up when I see him.” I commanded, and Antonio nodded his head.
We continued to discuss the details of our plan, ironing out any potential issues and contingencies. As we spoke, I couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts of Sophia and our tense encounter.
A lot was on my plate, but that didn't mean I could ignore our unresolved tension.
Antonio and I concluded our discussion with our plan and a week to prepare. I knew the upcoming days would be crucial, and I needed to ensure everything was set in motion to achieve the outcome we desired.
As I was about to leave the room, a call of my name stopped me in my tracks. I turned back to Antonio, who had a thoughtful expression.
"Matteo," he began, his voice cautious, "you know I respect your choices,ma non posso fare a meno di chiedermelo (but I can't help but wonder)if you know what you're doing."
Internally, I grimaced. It was clear what he was talking about. It was none other than the scene charged with desire between myself and Sophia in my office.
I had expected Antonio to bring up the awkward encounter with Sophia sooner or later. He was perceptive and protective, qualities I valued in him, even if they did lead to these uncomfortable conversations.
I met his gaze squarely, trying to convey my confidence even as I wrestled with my doubts. "I know what I'm doing, Antonio. Non devipreoccuparti (You do not have to worry)."
He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression still a mix of concern and skepticism.
"It's not just about that night. It's about everything, Matteo. Getting involved with someone from within the company... We still don't have concrete evidence that your uncle didn't send her."
I sighed inwardly. Antonio had a point, and his cautious nature was both a strength and a frustration.
We had been investigating the possibility that someone within the company might be a mole, sent by my uncle to gather information or keep tabs on me.
While we hadn't found evidence suggesting Sophia was involved, we couldn't rule out the possibility entirely.
