A relentless precision that both intrigued and fucking infuriated me.
But beyond my annoyances and grievances, I had to admit-Rossi was efficient, he functioned like clockwork.
Valentino was a man whose very identity was shaped by his rigid routines. He was meticulous to a fault, his demanding nature evident in every task he undertook.
His need for precision was not just a quirk; it was an unsettling constant that loomed over our interactions.
Each movement he made, each decision he pondered, felt like it was carefully choreographed, one that left little room for error or any deviation. Little room for me to investigate.
At precisely 7 a.m., he would arrive at the office, a figure of unwaveringpunctuality.
The moment he stepped through those heavy doors, he would disappear into his world.
For the next three hours, he immersed himself in tasks that I could only imagine, until exactly 10 a.m., when he would call for his usual coffee-black, dark, and as bitter as his mood.
Throughout the day, Valentino moved seamlessly from one meeting to the next, a steady rhythm of in-person discussions and virtual conferences.
Some were high stakes, accompanied by key board members, while others were more intimate, the kind of negotiations that were shaped behind closed doors.
But no matter the setting, I was always at his side, dutifully taking notes as he masterfully steered each conversation with precision and ease.
Despite his abrasive demeanor, there was no denying his intelligence.
Val had a remarkable ability to dissect complex topics with ease, his focus razor-sharp as he absorbed every detail with an almost uncanny awareness. His insights were often laced with a strategic edge, demonstrating a depth of understanding in the business world.
Valentino was a polyglot, seamlessly switching between languages as he communicated with clients and associates.
It was clear he didn't just participate in these discussions; he fuckingdominated them, weaving together facts and figures with a confidence that commanded respect-even from those who found him insufferable.
There was an air of mystery that clung to Valentino, a man who, in the public eye, was the Alpha philanthropist and corporate giant, a figure of wealth and influence whose name commanded respect. But beneath the polished surface, his reputation carried darker undertones, whispers of his notorious ties to the underground world.
