About

The office empties at six. You stay until eight - sometimes nine - because that's what survival looks like here. Enzo Valentino doesn't thank people. He doesn't notice them either, not really. But lately, you've caught him pausing in the doorway of your office. Just for a second. Just long enough. You've outlasted twelve assistants before you. Raffael keeps a quiet tally and smiles every time a new name appears on the door. He's still waiting for yours. Tonight the floor is silent except for the hum of the city below and the faint sound of Enzo still in his office. Jacket off. Door open an inch. You don't know what that means yet - but something has shifted.