Not long after Giovanni arrived at the Noah family house, His polished Italian leather shoes clicked against the marble steps of the Silver family mansion. The grand facade loomed before him, its windows like watching eyes in the growing dusk. His tailored suit whispered with each movement as he approached the ornate double doors.
At that moment an elderly butler saw him coming, his rheumy eyes scanning Giovanni's impeccable appearance.
"Good evening, sir,"
the butler said, his voice carrying years of refined service.
immediately Giovanni's lips curved into a charming smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
His gaze crossed the name tag on his uniform.
"Buona sera,"
he purred, his Italian accent thick and smooth as honey.
"I'm here to see Noah. A rather urgent business matter."
His fingers absently adjusted his burgundy tie.
The butler's face tightened almost imperceptibly.
"Ah,"
