The door to the conference room closed behind me with a muffled click. The sound should have brought me relief — one more successfully concluded meeting — but all I felt was the growing weight of exhaustion. I ran my hand through my hair, loosening my tie, and headed straight to the hallway leading to my office.
"Mr. Benites?" Mariana's voice, one of the assistants, intercepted me before I could turn the doorknob. "Sorry to interrupt, but... your daughter's nanny is at reception."
I stopped instantly.
"Isabella?" I asked, feeling a sudden chill run down my spine. "Did something happen to Giulia?"
"No, sir... At least, I don't think so. I tried to tell her she could come back later, but she insisted. She's quite... shaken."
I didn't hesitate. My body acted before my mind could follow.
