Damian was clearing his desk in readiness to leave, when Valentina's phone rang.
She looked down at her screen, and her eyes widened.
"I have to take this," she said to him.
"Sure, take your time. I'll just quickly get something from the other office," he replied.
"Right."
He walked out of the room, as she answered the call.
"Hey mum."
"Hey baby."
The door clicked, and she was none-the-wiser.
****
Luciano, sleeves rolled all the way up, first three buttons popped open, hair ruffled like a bird nest, and eyes with thick, dark circles, studied the financial charts on the screen.
"I just ended a call with Paulo. No casket has arrived at customs yet," Vittorio announced, as he returned to join the ongoing meeting.
