Call for help!

Vittoria

I halt at the door to the office where the men are sitting as Alessio already walks in nonchalantly.

“Vespasiani,” He steers right to Domenico, shaking his hand with clenched teeth.

The men look at me confused, probably asking themselves what a woman is doing as they are assembling for a meeting.

“Gentlemen,” my brother greets them with a handshake as well before he settles into an armchair, sitting in front of Domenico.

My father waves at me, gesturing to me that I should come in and join them.

“This is Vicky, gentlemen. She is my second in command,” my brother justifies my presence by answering their silent question.

I sit down quietly, forcing down the urge to scoot closer to my brother to seek out comfort, I cross my legs and straighten my spine.

Even if I’m glad that I don’t have to fight myself from squirming under his gaze, I hate the fact that Domenico is avoiding looking at me, acting like I am invisible.

Well, I probably am to him.

I doubt that he recogniz