Chapter 9 - The Invitation
Back at the penthouse, the evening sun cast a warm, golden glow across the Manhattan skyline.
Nora was packing up her desk, preparing to pick up Liam from his new after-school program, when Dante rolled over, holding a heavy cream-colored envelope embossed with gold lettering.
“What’s that?” Nora asked, zipping her tote bag.
“An invitation,” Dante said, handing it to her. “Annual maritime industry charity gala at the Plaza Hotel this Friday night.”
Nora stared at the envelope, a sudden chill running down her spine. “The Plaza? Isn’t that where—?”
“Where Bellamy tried to have us killed?” Dante finished calmly. “Yes. Which is exactly why we’re going.”
Nora swallowed hard. “Dante, are you sure that’s wise? The syndicate remnants—”
“Will see me walking through those doors on my own two feet,” Dante interrupted, his voice ringing with absolute power and conviction. “They will see that Moretti Enterprises is stronger than ever, and that anyone who thinks they can touch my people will meet the same fate as Bellamy.”
Nora looked into his dark, unwavering eyes. All fear evaporated, replaced by a deep, unshakeable sense of pride.
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“Alright,” she said, a confident smile spreading across her face. “I’ll go buy a dress.”
“Buy whatever you want,” Dante replied smoothly. “Put it on the company card.”
