As Alberto left the study to execute Enrico's orders, he closed the door behind him and stopped by the door. He stood still for a brief moment, a familiar scent lingering in the air. It was almost as if he could feel someone else’s presence nearby, a lingering shadow in the corner of the hallway.
He turned his head slightly, scanning the area, his sharp eyes narrowing as he tried to detect anything out of the ordinary. For a heartbeat, he thought he caught the faintest hint of movement in the dim light near the doorway, a fleeting shadow that disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Alberto’s hand twitched toward his gun, his body tense as he prepared to investigate further.
But after a few seconds, when nothing else stirred, he dismissed the notion as his nerves playing tricks on him.
