Two soft knocks echoed on the office door. Salvatore, checking the security camera, immediately recognized Victoria.

"Jordano, open the door," he ordered without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Sir, we still have pending matters. Who is it?"

Salvatore looked at him with annoyance and let out a snort.

"Just open it."

Jordano reluctantly obeyed. Seeing Victoria, he frowned and shook his head but said nothing. Neither did she. She simply entered, with that self-assurance that disarmed anyone, and walked directly to Salvatore's desk.

"Can we talk alone?" she asked with a sweet, almost irresistible voice.

Salvatore barely managed to maintain his composure. His gaze inevitably slid to the cleavage...