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There were instances where our hands would brush, or our eyes would meet, and in those fleeting moments, it was as if the universe was hinting at something more, something beyond the quandary of our respective lives.
Yet, I knew better than to rush it. Building a genuine connection requires time, patience, and, most importantly, trust. Trust was something I had to earn, not demand.
Griselda's curiosity about my world seemed to grow with each passing day. One evening, as we sat in my penthouse overlooking the city, the skyline lit up by the breathtaking display of lights, she broached the topic.
"Emilio," she began cautiously, "I've been wondering. Since your brother is the heir, then what about your future in the mafia."
I sighed, having expected this conversation to happen sooner or later.
"My older brother will likely take over as Don," I explained, "which would normally position me as his right hand."
"Right hand?" she repeated, catching onto my hesitant phrasing.
I leaned back in my chair, trying to find the right words. "Traditionally, yes, but it's not something I aspire to be a part of."
"You don't want to be part of the mafia," she probed.
I shook my head. "No, I want nothing to do with the mafia," I stated firmly, my tone leaving no room for doubt. “It's not where I see my future, not where my passion lies."
"So, Emilio, what do you want then, if not the mafia?" The question was direct, unvarnished curiosity gleaming in her eyes.
"That's precisely why I've built my business, striving for its success. It’s not an easy journey, but giving up isn't an option."
Griselda looked relieved but still concerned. "It's just you have so many men working for you. It's hard to distinguish between business and... other matters."
I understood her concern.
"I have a business empire to run," I clarified. "The people working for me are part of various legitimate ventures. I ensure that they're not dragged into the darker aspects of my family's history."
She nodded, her expression thoughtful as if digesting my words.
She delved deeper, seeking clarity. "Do any of your family members know about your business, your aspirations?"
I shook my head in response, my expression serious and resolute. "No, they don't. It's important to keep it hidden, especially from my family. My role as the CEO of Royalty Rentals is a well-guarded secret, known only to those I trust implicitly."
Griselda's brow furrowed with concern, her next question laced with worry. "What happens if they find out, particularly your father?"
Leaning back, I considered the hypothetical scenario, acknowledging the risks. "I honestly don't know. And to be frank, I'd rather not find out.”
We both fell into a contemplative silence.
Griselda's curiosity was insatiable, a trait I admired. It reflected in her eyes, bright with interest, as she leaned forward. "Your passion for cars, what drives that?"
I paused, reflecting on my affinity for automobiles. "Cars, for me, are an epitome of engineering marvels and human creativity. To be able to enhance their capabilities their performance and incorporate cutting-edge technology is an art in itself. It's about pushing boundaries and achieving what others may deem impossible."
She nodded, absorbing my response, and followed up with more questions. "And these modifications, how do they tie into your business at Royalty Rentals?"
"Ah, good question," I replied with a smile. "The modifications align with our business strategy. It allows us to offer unique and customized vehicles to our clients, setting us apart in a competitive market. The tech integration, safety features, and performance enhancements ensure our customers have an exceptional experience. Of course, not every modification we add to the cars is for sale."
Her inquisitive nature drove the conversation deeper. "And your men, the people you work with—did you handpick them for a specific reason?"
A serious tone set in as I explained, "Absolutely. In this line of work, trust is paramount. The people I've surrounded myself with are not just employees. They are individuals I trust implicitly. It's like having a family that you can rely on, especially in challenging times."
She considered my words, then asked, "In case things turn south?"
"Exactly," I confirmed, leaning back and reflecting on my choices. "Unfortunately, in the world I navigate, there are potential dangers. Having a loyal team ensures we're prepared for anything."
Day by day, our conversations chipped away at the invisible ice wall that had initially stood tall between us. Griselda's demeanor started shifting, and I could sense a gradual change in how she perceived me. Her expressions had softened, and she engaged more freely in our talks.
