Never let the room know where to strike.
For one suspended moment, no one moved.
The saleswoman behind the counter lowered her eyes instantly, pretending to rearrange a stack of embroidered blankets. Two security men near the entrance became statues in dark suits. Even the soft instrumental music floating through hidden speakers seemed to disappear.
Because everyone in that room recognized exactly what stood before them.
A former Moretti wife.
A current Moretti king.
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