Chapter 115
Rosa’s POV
The conference room smelled faintly of leather and freshly brewed espresso, a combination that always reminded me of my father. It was his space, his domain, where every deal, decision, and strategy was meticulously planned. I sat at the long oak table, flanked by my father’s most trusted advisors and a few of my cousins, including Marco. I glared at him.
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