Work contract and Cars

Barbara stood in the middle of the office, her posture straight but her pulse slightly uneven. In front of her stood a woman clad in a sleek Loro Piana blazer, tailored to perfection, its sharp lapels framing a silk Lanificio Colombo blouse that draped effortlessly over her frame. The Kito Hermès pencil skirt, with its subtle gold-thread embroidery, hinted at exclusivity only the truly affluent would recognize. On her feet, a pair of Ralph Lauren stilettos gleamed under the office lights—understated yet painfully expensive.

Yet, despite the woman's regal presence, it was him who commanded the room. Seated behind an imposing desk, he radiated a pressure that seemed to settle over her like an invisible weight. Barbara had been in rooms with her father and his business associates before, men who wielded influence like a weapon. But this—this was different. This was something else entirely.