The ledger of Lies

Valenti Tower stood over the city like a silent ruler, its glass walls glowing against the night sky. Inside, marble floors shined under warm golden lights, and the air smelled faintly of polished wood and strong espresso. Every corner reflected wealth, control, and careful order.

At the very top floor, Marco Valenti worked in a spacious office overlooking the harbor. Dark shelves lined the walls, and his desk remained perfectly organized. Marco carried himself with quiet authority. His movements were calm and precise, his tailored suits sharp, and his steady voice rarely needed to rise for people to listen.