ACCIAIOLA

Alessia arrived home with her son Leonardo. As he ran up to his room to drop his bag, she stood watching her lovely son scurry to his room.

"Mom, I'm home!" Leonardo called out, excitement in his voice.

Alessia forced a smile, trying to shake off the fear that had gripped her since Marcos showed up at Leo's school. "Welcome home, sweetie! How was your day?"

Leonardo came back into the room, tugging at her gown hem. "It was great, Mom! But what's wrong? You look sad."

Alessia hesitated, not wanting to burden her son with her worries. "Just a long day, sweetie. But I'm glad you're home safe. Your favorite dinner is ready - spaghetti Bolognese!"

Leonardo's face lit up. "Yay! Thanks, Mom!"

As they sat down to eat, Alessia asked Leonardo about his first day at school. He chattered excitedly about his new classmates and teachers. But later, his mood shifted, and he looked sad.

"Mom, what do I say when people ask me about my dad?" he asked, looking up at her with big eyes.

Alessia's heart skipped a beat. "Hey kiddo, you can tell them that your dad is a superhero, and he's off saving the world! That way, you'll be the coolest kid in school, and no one will ever bother you again!"

Leonardo smiled, seeming to accept this answer. "Okay, Mom. That's what I'll say."

After dinner, Alessia tucked Leonardo into bed and asked him again about his day. He told her more stories about his classmates and teachers, but then his expression turned sad again.

"Mom, why don't I have a dad like everyone else?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alessia's heart ached. "That's a story for another time, sweetie. But know that you are loved, and you have me. That's all that matters, okay?"

Leonardo nodded, and soon fell asleep in bed.

Alessia left his room and headed to her study, trying to distract herself from the day's events by working extra hard. She pored over files and documents, but eventually gave up, exhausted.

She went to the kitchen to grab a cup of tea and sat on the sofa facing the glass wall (a floor-to-ceiling window that showcased the city skyline). She cuddled up with her tea, her grey eyes lost in thought.

Why was she still hung up on her fears, fears of losing her son to that one man who had been carved deep into her being? She dipped her hand into her pocket and brought out the ring Marcos had given her, a painful reminder of their past.

She pulled out her phone and dialed her secretary, Sarah. "Hey, Sarah. I need you to send me all the information you can find on Mr. Salvador (Marcos). I want to know every deal he's made, every move he's made in the past year. And I want it yesterday."

"Right away, ma'am," Sarah replied. "I'll send it over as soon as I can. Also, one of your partners has requested a meeting with you in three days."

Alessia's grip on her phone tightened. "Fine. Set it up."

"What's going on, Alessia?" Sarah asked, sensing her boss's tension. "Is everything okay?"

Alessia sighed. "Just be careful, Sarah. Mr Marcos shouldn't know a thing about this, and I don't know what he wants."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "I'll be careful, ma'am. And I'll get that information to you ASAP."

Alessia ended the call and her eyes drifted back to the city skyline, her mind racing with thoughts of Marcos, Leo, and the uncertain future that lay ahead.

As she changed into bed, her phone buzzed with messages from Alex, but she ignored them, knowing she needed her rest for the long day ahead. Leo had school tomorrow, and she needed to be sharp, needed to be ready for whatever the day threw her way.

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Alessia stepped out of the car, her designer heels clicking on the pavement. She was a stunning woman, with precious grey eyes that shone like diamonds, long black hair that threatened to curl at the edges, and a beautiful figure that turned heads. Her full lips were painted a deep, rich red - "Bordeaux" by Chanel - a perfect complement to her grey eyes.

As she reached her destination, the driver turned to her and said in Italian, "Tenete la testa alta, signora." (Keep your head up, ma'am.)

"Sto bene, grazie," she replied with a smile, her eyes sparkling with confidence.

But the driver's expression turned serious. "Ragazze decenti non si presentano in questo tipo di posto." (Decent girls don't show up in places like this.)

Alessia's heart began to race as she realized the driver was warning her about Mr. Rossi's reputation. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, her eyes fixed on the grand entrance before her.

Bodyguards flanked the entrance, their eyes scanning her from head to toe. One of them approached her, his voice firm. "Lei è la donna che il signor Rossi sta aspettando?" (Are you the woman Mr. Rossi is expecting?)

"Yes, that's me," she replied confidently.

They walked into the private compound, and Alessia couldn't help but gasp at the opulence before her. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and priceless artwork adorned the walls. Mr. Rossi stood before her, his tailored Italian suit accentuating his broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes.

"Piacere, signora," he said with a charming smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. (Nice to meet you, ma'am.)

"Alessia," she replied, her handshake firm. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rossi."

They sat down in the lavish office, surrounded by the trappings of wealth and power. Mr. Rossi leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers.

"So, Alessia, I must say, your company has impressed me. Your business acumen is...refreshing."

Alessia smiled, her eyes locked on his. "Thank you, Mr. Rossi. I've worked hard to build my company from the ground up."

"I'm sure you have," he replied, his voice dripping with sincerity. "Tell me, what do you think of our proposal?"

Alessia leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with intensity. "I think it's a great opportunity, but I need to know more about your intentions. Why did you choose my company, Mr. Rossi?"

Mr. Rossi's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, Alessia, you are a direct one, aren't you? I like that about you. Let's just say, I have a...friend, who spoke highly of your company. Mr. Marco, perhaps you know him?"

Alessia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications. "Yes, I know him. But I'm not sure why he would recommend my company to you."

Mr. Rossi leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers. "Ah, but that's not important, is it? What's important is the potential for growth, for success. And I believe our companies could achieve great things together."

Alessia's eyes never left his, her mind racing with the possibilities. She knew she had to be careful, but she also knew that this was an opportunity she couldn't afford to pass up.

"I'm willing to listen, Mr. Rossi," she said finally, her voice firm. "But I need to know that I can trust you."

Mr. Rossi's smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, Alessia, you can trust me. I promise you, our partnership will be...fruitful."Here is the scene broken down and expanded: