oned in front of his massive desk. "Sit," he c

like she was preparing to bolt at any moment. Her hands fidgeted in her la

sual dominance. He regarded her silently for a moment, his dark eyes t

vity of the situation," he began

d. "You made it pret

gging at the corner of his mouth.

to do?" she asked,

t you to observe. You'll accompany me to a series of meetin

"That's it? Why would

ist, Miss Hart. You notice things others overlook. Details. Nuances. And right now, I need someone

mind racing. "Wha

A rat. Someone inside my organization has been feedi

hat out? I don't know anything about... this." She gestur

which makes you unpredictable. People won't see you coming. They wo

hed in her lap. "An

You're here because you've already agreed. If you'd rather dis

e said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But

. "As long as you cooperate, your brother

was enough to keep he

to an upscale restaurant in Midtown, the kind of place where the ch

y with the scent of truffle oil and aged wine, the low hum of conversat

a private booth in the corner. His touch was light, but it burned thro

d into the booth. "You're suppos

nder her breath, earning

aling Dante's own. One was older, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed, his expression guard

was Stefano, one of Dante's senior advisors. The younger

e to discuss the shipments," he began, his tone casual but firm.

e details-they spoke in vague terms, careful not to name specific locations or goods-but she caught

s in body language: Stefano's clenched fists under the

mind," Dante said suddenly, hi

fened. "I don't kn

Elena said before sh

ed to her, and she immedi

but there was a spark of interest

stares. "It's just... you keep clenching yo

e darting to Dante. "She doesn't

te said, his tone

ng. Elena fought the urge to shrink int

. "There's been talk. Rumors that someone's been leaking information

id, his voice as smooth as s

e-or sealed his fate. But as Dante's gaze lingered on her, she