Alexa paced the luxurious penthouse, searching for an escape. The balcony overlooked the city, but it was a 20-story drop . She tried the doors – locked. The windows – sealed tight. Vincenzo wasn't playing games.
Her phone was gone, confiscated by Vincenzo's men. No backup, no contacts. She was on her own 🔥.
As she ruffled through the penthouse, she found a hidden drawer in the study. Inside, a single keycard with "MOR" scribbled on it. A clue? A trap? 😈
Suddenly, the door clicked open. Vincenzo walked in, a sly smile on his face. "Dinner's ready, Alexa
Alexa's eyes narrowed. What's the catch? She followed Vincenzo to the dining room, the keycard tucked away in her pocket 😈.
The table was set for two, candles flickering. Vincenzo pulled out a chair. "Join me."
Alexa hesitated, then sat. The food was exquisite, but she barely tasted it. Vincenzo's gaze was burning holes into her skin 🔥.
As they ate, he talked about business, power, and loyalty. Alexa tuned out, mind racing. How to use the keycard? What's "MOR"? 😊
After dinner, Vincenzo leaned in. "You're curious about the keycard, aren't you?"
Alexa's heart skipped. Had he seen her? 😅
Vincenzo chuckled, low and menacing. "I'll give you a hint. MOR stands for Moretti Operations Room 🔥."
Alexa's eyes locked onto his. What secrets was he hiding ?