Chapter 11 - Stepping Into Chicago High Society
The following morning, I traded my black housekeeping dress and white apron for a sharp, tailored Armani pantsuit.
I walked through the grand marble lobby of Moretti Global Holdings, holding my head high with absolute confidence.
Employees and junior executives turned to stare as I pressed the private elevator button reserved exclusively for top leadership.
The penthouse floor opened up into a breathtaking, glass-walled office overlooking the glittering expanse of downtown Chicago.
Luca sat behind his massive glass desk, looking up as I stepped out of the private elevator with my leather portfolio.
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“Good morning, Ms. Reed,” Luca greeted me with the faint trace of an approving smile.
“Good morning, Mr. Moretti. Let’s review the Bellini family asset seizures first,” I replied, taking my seat.
