Two days after the gala—
An envelope arrived.
No sender.No security trace.No record of entry.
It was simply… there.
On Alexander's desk.
Emily stared at it.
"That's impossible," she said.
Alexander didn't touch it immediately.
Nothing entered this office without clearance.
Nothing.
And yet—
It had.
Finally, he opened it.
Inside was a single card.
Black.
Matte.
Minimal.
"Dinner. Tomorrow night. Come alone."
Below it—
Coordinates.
Not a restaurant.
Not a hotel.
A private location outside Milan.
Emily's chest tightened.
"He's inviting you."
Alexander's expression didn't change.
"Yes."
"That's a trap."
"Yes."
Silence.
Emily looked at him.
"You're going anyway."
It wasn't a question.
Alexander met her gaze.
"Yes."