Page 3 of Ruined By the Enemy
Dom? Oh. Domenico. “Yes,” I say. “I did.” My lack of enthusiasm must’ve registered as failure, because he scratches the back of his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “He can be hard sometimes, but I promise he’s not the type to dismiss an opportunity. He’s probably reviewing it, and he’ll get back to you. I’ll put in a good word, I promise.”
“Oh no,” I wave my hand. “No need. He offered me the job.”
He’s surprised this time. “He did? That’s… wow. You must’ve left quite the impression.”
My phone begins to ring, saving me from having to continue the conversation. “I have to take this,” I say as I reach for it in my bag.
“No worries. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
My mouth flattens into a thin line as I see the name flashing across my screen while I head out the exit door.Enzo.My steps slow down, and I glance around me, stepping out of earshot before picking up the call.
“Uncle.”
“Sophie.” There are no greetings exchanged. I’ve come to expect it in the sixteen years I’ve known him. “How did it go?”
“Good,” I reply with a quick glance over my shoulder. “He offered me the job. He did say he wanted to do some research, but as long as they stick to the plan, everything should go smoothly.”
It wasn’t easy—getting a bunch of people to create a fake company and trick the owner of Blackwater Talent to sign a deal with them.
But it was worth it.
“Don’t worry,” he says briskly. “I’ll handle that end. Just know,” he pauses, and the weight of his unspoken words settles heavily on my shoulders. “Everything relies on you now. If you fail, then the work we’ve been doing for the past sixteen years will have failed. I don’t have to repeat why this has to work.”
My jaw clenches. “You don’t.”
“Good.” The call ends.
Revenge. That’s what this is about.
I could’ve gotten a job anywhere else. I had prospects lined up and positions more lucrative than joining the team of other attorneys, lumped with the bunch.
It had to be the Moretti Group.It had to be the head branch. It was the only way I could get close to Domenico Moretti.
The plan is simple: Infiltrate Moretti, find loopholes and weak spots, and make them bigger quietly so Domenico doesn’t notice his ship sinking until he’s completely underwater.
Then drown him.Take back what his father stole from my family.
After all, he’s the son of the man who killed my parents and took everything from me.
Chapter Two
Dom
My thumb hovers over my phone screen as I stare at the profile.Sophie Greco.
Her background is impressive.
She graduated from Harvard Law School at the top of her class and got a job at one of the biggest law firms in the country, closing five to ten large M&A cases yearly.
After being made a junior partner two years ago, she was on track to become a senior partner.
Andthen she shows up in my office, with a document in hand and a simple request.
“Bullshit.”
“What’s bullshit?”
