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🗝️soojin's pov:

as i stood in front of vincenzo, the thought alone made my hands suddenly sweaty, and i became indescribably nervous. my mission had officially begun, and i had to focus. i started telling myself that i could do this and wouldn't screw up.

"who are you?" his voice pulled me out of my thoughts. startled, i looked up and realized how close we were standing. shocked, because of the unexpected closeness, i immediately took a step back and examined the man before me more closely. so this was the italian consigliere everyone was talking about? everyone seemed to know him and then it started making sense to me. he arrived yesterday! since it was a sunday i wasn't in the plaza and i didn't see him arrive.

i had imagined him to be taller, but his beautiful face made up for it. he was still taller than me, and his physique clearly showed that he wasn't neglecting his training which i also didn't expect.

"hello?" he snapped his fingers softly in front of my face to take me out of my thoughts, and all the plaza residents watched us with amusement.

i needed to pull myself together!

confused, i looked at him and couldn't hold myself back to say the following : "do you address everyone you don't know informally, or is that just an italian thing?" i asked, annoyed, stepping back again to create some distance between us.

way to go soo-jin ! this is how you make a sexy first impression, by pissing him off directly great!

his cologne was too distracting, making it hard to think clearly.

"how do you know i'm italian?" he asked, surprised, raising his eyebrows and looking straight into my eyes.

FUCK!!

i had just given myself away and had to resist the urge to slap my forehead. this guy was on to me. i realized that i had almost blown the entire mission, and i was starting to get angry with myself. i did not wait five whole months for this moment, only to make such a dumb mistake within two sentences?

come on, soo-jin, think of something smart!

my brain was running at full speed, and suddenly, i had a brilliant idea!

"first of all, that's an dumb assumption, your thick accent is giving you away within seconds" i said, confidently, stepping toward him slowly. i couldn't let him intimidate me, or he'd get the wrong idea.

"and secondly, you were arguing so loudly that even people outside the plaza could hear your name, and anyone with half a brain could have guessed of it's italian origin." my steps slowed, and i stopped in front of him, crossing my arms in an poor attempt to appear confident.

"well i didn't know—ouch," mr. lee spoke before mrs. lee gave him a smack on the back of his head. i shot him a venomous look, desperately trying to signal him to shut up, trying to scare him, and he immediately bowed in apology.

mr. cassano's expression was hard to read, and the curious gazes of the plaza residents began to make me feel insecure. was i doing the right thing? had his name even been mentioned, or had i just given myself away? my fingernails dug deeper into my arms, and it was starting to hurt. i needed to stop this bad habit quickly. as i saw mr. hong's eyes wander to my arms i immediately softened my grip on them.

"what is it that brought you here?" mr. cassano asked, repeating my moves from earlier, stepping closer. the question completely threw me off, and suddenly, i didn't know how to answer him. was he on to me? what was my job, anyway? we had never officially clarified that. mr. hong had hired me as his assistant, but only temporarily, to see if i could keep up with him and his work. so far, he hadn't complained, which is why we never got around to discussing it further.