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“Well, I hope it all works out for the best. Just remember, I’m here if you ever need someone to talk to.”

“I appreciate that, Linda,” Olivia replied, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I know things might not be easy, but we’re willing to put in the effort. Together.”

With a nod, Linda stepped back, and Olivia took a deep breath and caught up to Roman.

He took her hand again. Was it her, or was Roman suddenly more open to holding her?

Olivia smiled a little as they walked silently to his private elevator and into his office.

Michael got up as soon as they walked in; he extended his hand towards Olivia, giving her a firm handshake. “Ah, so you’re the famous Olivia,” he said with a warm smile. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”

Olivia returned the handshake. “Likewise, Michael. It’s good to finally meet you.”

As they settled into their seats, Michael began explaining the progress he had made with the information provided by Roman. “I followed the lead you gave me, Roman, and traced some of your old acquaintances back in Italy. It seems the only person who might have something of value is Speedy Alex.”

Roman let out a groan at the mention of Alex’s name. “I remember him,” he replied curtly. “We didn’t exactly part ways on the best of terms.”

Michael nodded. “I gathered as much when I mentioned your name, Roman. As soon as he heard it, he hung up the phone. It seems he’s still holding a grudge, if only—“

“Wait a minute,” she interrupted their conversation. “Did you say he’s Speedy Alex?”

“Yes..” Michael responded, wondering what she meant.

“Did he major in philosophy?”

Michael turned his attention to Olivia. “Yes, that’s him. How do you know him?”

“We met in college. I can’t believe it,” she said softly, bursting into a chuckle.

“And let’s just say he still has a bit of a soft spot for me.”

Roman turned to Olivia. “You know him? This could work in our favor.”

Michael, sensing an opportunity, leaned in.

“Well, well, this just got interesting. We might have an unexpected advantage on our side, are you guys still in contact?”

“Well, I heard from him the last time I was on Facebook. I could text him.”

“Perfect,” Michael said with a smile.

Now they were getting somewhere.

***

The golf course sprawled out in front of her, dotted with golfers, mostly paunch, older men with questionable skills and super-sized egos.

Some were taking swings at the driving range, while others were leisurely making their way from one hole to another. The atmosphere was relaxed and casual; they chatted and laughed as they enjoyed their game.

Scarlett scoffed and kicked the grass with her heels as she walked past them, ignoring the whistles that followed her.

Her father brought her to places like this as a kid to teach her the art of negotiation, but her visits here were unpleasant memories of ugly, older men ogling her and the groping she escaped.

She stepped into the clubhouse; at least, it was cozy, with large windows overlooking the course, where golfers could gather for a drink or a bite to eat after their rounds. It was a popular spot for local businesspeople to unwind and network, with a friendly and laid-back vibe that made everyone feel welcome.

She waited for Marcus as she sat, falling her manicured nails against the table. She knew he got her text and was possibly angry. Scratch that, she saw him walking towards her, golf bag in hand. He was angry.

“Are you crazy?” Marcus exclaimed.

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