On the same night.
In a large vintage office, an old man sat on a swerving chair facing the floor length window as he watched the snow fall. It was Francesco watching the snow fall. His hands was caressing something, it was a pendant.
Opening up the pendant, he caressed the picture of the woman in the middle. She had a proud but innocent smile on her face, her exquisite features mirroring that of Giovanni.
He turned the chair and his usual shadow, his PA wasn't there. In the TV, the newscaster read.
"Here's the footage of an official closely related to the Conti Chairman, his Personal Assistant to be specific. He's indepth into the affairs of the company and has used this privilege to carry out an offence of embezzlement and opening a paper company to siphon funds. The total funds stolen is 1.5 billion Euros"
