The Enemy Within

The penthouse felt unusually quiet, the city lights casting long shadows across the floor. Massimo sat at the edge of his leather chair, hands clasped together, staring down at the polished surface of his desk.

Arturo leaned against the wall. He just arrived that night.

“Shouldn't you be with Chiara?” Massimo made a gesture of him.

“Yes, but we need to talk.” Arturo ignored him.

“Go on, I'm listen