Alessia sat at her desk, the contract laid out before her. Every clause, every signature, every fine print detail screamed business as usual. But the message lingered in her mind like a shadow:
"Don't sign the contract today, my queen. There's more to consider."
Her instincts told her to ignore it — after all, she had built her empire on logic, precision, and her own judgment. No mysterious message would sway her.
And yet… she couldn't shake the feeling that someone, somewhere, knew something she didn't.
She picked up the pen, hovering over the signature line. Her heart beat faster, a strange mix of anticipation and frustration. Alessia Romano never hesitated. She never doubted herself. And yet… tonight, something tugged at her caution, whispering that this warning might not be idle.
She leaned back, running her fingers over the cold edge of the desk. Who sends me messages like this? Who dares…?
The office was silent except for the faint hum of computers and the quiet shuffling of papers. Alessia felt exposed in a way she wasn't used to — alert, tense, and yet oddly… alive.
Finally, she pushed the pen away. Not yet.
Instead, she leaned back in her chair, letting the quiet thrill of the unknown wash over her. Whoever this mysterious sender was, they had already done something remarkable: they had caught her attention completely.
A faint smirk touched her lips. I like a challenge.
Her phone buzzed again. A simple message this time:
"Good. Patience is a virtue, my queen. Trust it."
Alessia glanced around once more. No one was there. No one could have known she was hesitating. And yet, the words sank deep, stirring something she hadn't felt in years — curiosity, intrigue, and… a growing anticipation for the next move.
She set the contract aside. Tonight, the empire could wait. There were bigger games being played — and Alessia Romano was ready.