Genevieve Hayes had spent fifteen years perfecting the art of being invisible

The dialect she had spoken was not polite Italian. It was not the polished Sicilian used in old songs or family kitchens.

It was gutter language.

Old language.

A dangerous tongue once spoken in back rooms, courtyards, and dying villages where secrets were passed like knives.

Genevieve folded her hands in her lap. Her knuckles whitened, but her face remained still.

Arthur continued speaking, unaware that the power in the room had shifted. He talked about market projections, expansion plans, and shareholder pressure. His voice became meaningless noise.

Because Lorenzo Costa was no longer there for the deal.

He was there for her.

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Genevieve had survived by becoming forgettable.