The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Uncovering the Truth

The usual office hum faded into a curious murmur as the new CEO arrived.

He walked in with an air of authority that made everyone pause. My gaze followed him, and my breath caught when I recognized him instantly-he was the same man from the bar, the one whose intense stare had lingered on me the other night.

Donte Blackwood and his entourage reached the main office. One of his aides leaned in and whispered something into his ear.

Slowly, he turned his head in my direction. Our eyes met, and a shiver ran down my spine. Without a word, he lifted his finger and gestured for me to follow him.

My heart raced, but I kept my movements calm and collected. I stood up from my desk and walked toward his office, each step deliberate.

As I entered the room, I positioned myself near the door, waiting for his instructions.

Donte stood with his back to me for a moment before turning around. His gaze swept over me with a calculated thoroughness.

I couldn't help but notice the scar that marred his forehead, a mark of past conflicts. I studied him carefully, trying to discern more about the man who seemed to exude such a powerful presence.

The desk behind him was cluttered with papers and files, a chaotic mess. I decided to make a subtle adjustment.

With a slight wave of my hand by my thigh, I used a discreet spell to move the papers and files aside, arranging them neatly on his desk.

It was a small, almost imperceptible gesture, but I hoped it would show my competence without drawing too much attention.

When I glanced back at Donte, he hadn't seemed to notice the change. His focus was directed elsewhere as he turned around and moved to his desk.

I could feel the aura of danger that surrounded him, a potent reminder of his authority.

Despite the intensity of his presence, I could sense no trace of magic. It was clear that his power was derived from his sheer will and charisma rather than any supernatural abilities.

"So," Donte said, breaking the silence. His voice was smooth and commanding. "You're Amara Petrova, correct?"

I nodded, meeting his gaze steadily. "That's right. How can I assist you today, Mr. Blackwood?"

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've been reviewing the company's operations and have heard quite a bit about you. You have a reputation for being... efficient."

"I aim to be," I replied, keeping my tone even. "I strive to ensure everything runs smoothly."

Donte's eyes narrowed slightly. "I've noticed. But I'd like to understand more than just your professional skills. You've been here long enough to know the intricacies of this company."

"Yes," I said carefully. "I have a deep understanding of the company's operations and its key players."

He leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "Tell me, Amara, how do you manage to maintain such control over your work? What drives you?"

I hesitated for a moment. "I believe in doing my job well. It's a matter of personal integrity and professionalism."

Donte's lips curved into a faint smile. "Interesting. I'm sure there's more to it than that. However, for now, I need to know I can rely on you.

We have a lot of changes coming, and I need someone who can handle unexpected situations with discretion and efficiency."

I nodded, understanding the unspoken challenge in his words. "I assure you, I'm fully capable of handling any situation that arises."