The meeting room was ready and now they were all waiting for the investor to arrive. For a second even Evelyn contributed in showing her anxiety as all of them were feeling anxious in regards to having this meeting with the investor but then she realised her anxiety was coming from somewhere else.
It was marcello.
It was he who was causing her anxiety.
She could not help but move her eyes against the glass wall that was where she sat, overlooking the offices that were in the block.
No matter how many times Evelyn looked around to spot a man wearing all black or someone standing there for prolonged time and then necessary, she found No one.
Neither did she find anyone that could be related to the Mafia nor did she find anyone who could be remotely working for it.
"God.." she sighed in exhaustion. The meeting was still supposed to happen, yet she was thinking about something else.
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