ROBYN
“Of course, what is it?”
He hadn’t said a word, and my heart had already begun racing. But I mean, what could be worse than being held at gunpoint with a flying bullet just mere inches from my head, right?
He came to sit next to me, taking a deep breath. “I don’t even know where to start.”
I turned to face him. “Why don’t you start from the beginning? Anyway, we’re still hours from arriving in Italy, right? So we have all the time in the world.”
He nodded, seemingly nervous about what he was about to tell me. “While in college, I was an intern at Kross Industries, but not as an adopted son. No one knew about it outside the family. I kept it that way so that employees would see me as an intern. Just as I finished college, and eventually started working in finance. Then I met thi
