CEO of Taurus

ving way to the most recent images in living colors. BO to the room. At the top of the stairs I h

, the same color, tied in a tight ponytail, not a single strand out of place, makes me curious to know what her face would look like with it loose over her shoulders. And finally,

ental car in one of the available spaces. I resist the temptation to park in the space reserved for the CEO. My resentment towards Lorenzo only grew in the days leading up to the trip, but I didn't want to start with a provocation, even though I could have put on my best innocent face and said I had made a mistake. Monalisa hugs me tightly, sending a huge wave of nostalgia through my body. Her eyes are teary when we part, and I suspect mine are too,

ll soon be eighty-five years old. We still have a lot in common, despite the time we've spent apart. Monalisa is also lonely and has not had much luck in love. Her last boyfriend was more interested in living off her than working with her. "So the factory has b

pend all his time teasing girls instead of studying. I look at him too. He's grown into a handsome man. Tall and burly, he has the same gray eyes as his sister, but while hers are serious and focused, his remain mocking. "Anyone who's alive always shows up," I reply, with my chin raised. "For you to see," he winks, walking toward the table in the center of the roo

oor. I glance sideways out of it and my heart beats faster. The last thing I expected was to be so affected when I came face to face with Lorenzo Santini. His serious gaze, as pure gray as a summer storm, falls on me as he steps forward and enters the room. There's not the slightest hint of a beer belly under his suit jacket, and I bet he has a nice six-pack there. Lorenzo hasn't gone bald either, and with that amount of brown hair I doubt he ever will. In a carefree gesture, he brushes a few straight strands from his forehead and tosses them back, giving his impeccable appe

sconcerted expression takes over Lorenzo's face and it hits me like a punch in the stomach. I take a step back, moving even further away from him. "I remember," Lorenzo retorts. "Not very well, I admit, but I remember." Monalisa gives me a Can you believe this? look and turns her attention back to the overhead projector. Lorenzo is still staring at me, as if expecting an answer, and I remember that Mom inv

barbs. Max, on the other hand, rests his elbows on the table and watches the two of them with the same amusement as someone watching a comedy. Lorenzo snorts a