Chapter 11

"Boss, it's been a month, and Miss Celeste hasn't budged from her bed. Are we just going to let her stew in there?" Diego voiced his concern.

Meanwhile, Semion remained buried in the documents Diego had handed him, delving into the Allegras and Costas affairs.

"Just let her be," he reclined comfortably, crossing his legs on the table. "You can't rush someone who's grieving. She'll emerge when she's good and ready."

"But aren't we wasting precious time? Are you certain everyone will be onboard with your plan? We've got all the paperwork sorted; we're just twiddling our thumbs waiting for her," Diego persisted.

"Stop fretting, Diego. We're not on a time crunch. Healing takes time, just like these darn scars all over my body," Semion gestured to his scars. "Plus, she's lost everything now; it'll be a tough nut to crack for her."

"Alright, boss."

"Just make sure to keep tabs on her. If she decides to take the final curtain call, all our hard work will go up in smoke."

"Yes, boss. Miss Cel