The Alfonzo estate was a place of routine, masked by the chaos of power plays and whispered secrets.
Over the days, I found myself paying closer attention to Bruno's habits.
I wasn't spying—I told myself it was strategy. If I wanted the truth, I needed to be smart about it.
Bruno spent much of his day in the study, his fortress of solitude where no one but him dared to enter.
It was his sanctuary, a place he guarded with quiet ferocity. But even Bruno couldn't stay there all day.
Through careful observation, I noticed a pattern.
He usually retreated to the study after breakfast, stayed until lunch, and then returned late in the evening before heading to bed. But at night, once the estate settled into its eerie quiet, the study remained locked. And that was when he kept the master key in his bedroom.
