The Fallen Heiress's Ascent |POLYAMORY| GL (English)

Chapter Two

Vitalia Signí Granvia

Long shadows stretched across my desk as the light illuminated the piles of reports I was carefully examining.

The rhythmic scratching of my pen against paper was punctuated only by the occasional sigh.

Then, a wave of last night's events washed over me, a hazy memory tinged with regret.

Drinking wasn't for me.

The memory of the harsh liquor burning my throat, now felt like a regrettable indulgence.

But one image remained, sharply etched in my mind, refusing to fade: the woman who had helped me home.

Her face, a constellation of delicate features framed by cascading brown hair, haunted my thoughts.

I reached for the intercom. "Ms. Valencia, please come to my office," I said.

Within seconds, a soft knock echoed through the quiet office.

"Come in," I called out.

The door opened, revealing my secretary, Ms. Valencia.

She walked purposefully towards my desk, her steps silent on the thick carpet, stopping just in front of me.

A slight bow of her head, acknowledged my presence.

I pushed the completed reports towards her. "Please file these immediately," I instructed.

As she reached for the papers, something in her hand caught my eye.

A magazine, held loosely in her right hand, seemed unremarkable at first glance.

But then I saw the cover. A woman, breathtakingly beautiful, stared back at me. A woman whose face echoed the memory from last night.

"Ms. Valencia," I said, my voice laced with a sudden, unexpected urgency, "I need you to tell me... who is that woman in the magazine?" I gestured towards the cover, my curiosity overriding my usual reserve.

Ms. Valencia followed my gaze, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Ms. Vitalia, she's a very famous model. I follow her work."

"What's her name?" I pressed, my voice barely a whisper.

"She's Vittoria Alcaraz," she replied, her tone respectful but cautious.

Vittoria. The name itself held a certain power, a strength that mirrored the captivating woman in the magazine.

"I need a comprehensive report about her," I said, my voice firm. "Her full name, background, anything that describes her. Every detail."

Ms. Valencia looked at me, a flicker of confusion crossing her features. She seemed taken aback by my sudden, intense interest, but she didn't question my request.

"You may leave now, Ms. Valencia," I said, dismissing her. "and leave the magazine," I added, gesturing towards my desk.

With a slight nod, Ms. Valencia placed the magazine carefully on my desk, the glossy cover reflecting the light.

She bowed her head once more before quietly exiting my office.

I leaned back in my swivel chair, the leather cool against my skin. I picked up the magazine, turning it over in my hands.