*Giovani*
I slammed into my office, notebook in hand, and tried to think clearly through the swirl of emotions in my brain. I hated feeling scared, but this was twice that they had gotten to the women in school. They were picking off our people left and right, and with the notes, it felt like a direct threat against both women. I couldn’t take a direct threat laying down, not if I wanted to keep everyone safe.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Gabriele.
“Another notebook incident. Get here now,” I spat as soon as I heard the line connect.
“I’m with—” he started.
“I know. I need you here.” I sat down heavily behind my desk and beheld the bottle of brandy off to the side, still shaking a little with the vibration of my heavy steps. Olivia needed me sharp. They both needed me sharp.
“I’ll leave promptly. Anything else?” he asked.
I started to say no, then caught myself. “Did we ever hear anything back about the last note?”
