Just Another Day

Vincenzo's POV

The heavy oak door swung open, and the subtle shift in the room's air told me everything I needed to know before Arturo even spoke. He stepped into my office, his features locked in a grim, unreadable mask. In his right hand, he carried a thick manila folder. It looked like ordinary office stationery, yet it held the crushing weight of my entire existence.

He approached my desk a