Sofia nodded as Marco opened the door, and they both proceeded into the office. The room had low lighting, with only a desk lamp in the corner illuminating the space.
While scanning the room, Sofia felt her heart race with worry when she noticed that the desired item was not present.
“Where could it be?” she murmured, her voice shaking.
Marco shifted his head back and forth, his tough and inscrutable emotions reflected on his face.
“I’m not certain,” he murmured in a quiet and chilling voice. “Nevertheless, we need to keep looking.”
During their search of the office, Sofia and Marco observed a large painting hanging behind the desk on the wall. The artwork showed a beautiful woman, with her eyes appearing to follow Sofia as she moved around the room.
Suddenly, a thought appeared in Sofia’s mind. She gestured for Marco to help her take down the painting, and as they did, they revealed a secret safe hidden behind it.
“Look, there it is,” Marco murmured, his voice hushed and threatening.
Sofia felt her heart pounding as she understood they were getting closer to their objective.
Sofia’s hands trembled as she neared the safe, her thoughts racing as she attempted to solve how to unlock it.
“We require the mixture,” she murmured, her voice shaking.
Marco gave a nod, his face showing a stern and inscrutable expression.
“I possess it,” he stated, pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket. Last night, I was able to take it from Luca without him noticing.
Sofia felt her heart pounding with excitement when she realized they had all the necessary items.
“Let’s get it done,” she said with a menacingly quiet voice.
With the assistance of Marco, Sofia inputted the combination into the safe, causing the lock to click open with a loud, reverberating noise.
Upon the safe swinging open, Sofia held her breath. Upon entering, she noticed a tiny wooden container engraved with the phrase “Belongs to Don Giovanni.”
Sofia’s heart raced as she extended her hand towards the box, her hands trembling as she removed it from the safe.
“Is that all?” In a hushed tone, Marco spoke with a threatening undertone.
Sofia gave a nod, keeping her eyes on the box.
As Sofia lifted the lid of the wooden box, her heart raced at the sight of its contents. Contained inside the container was a tiny, sparkling diamond, its sides reflecting the light and creating colorful rainbows in the room.
“It is the diamond,” she murmured, speaking in a voice that was barely heard.
With his gaze fixed on the diamond, Marco nodded in agreement.
“We need to act quickly,” he stated in a threatening tone, speaking quietly. “Don Giovanni will return shortly.”
Sofia felt her heart beating quickly when she realized they had been found.
“Hurry, come this direction!” Marco guided her towards a concealed passage in the wall, whispering.
Sofia chased after him, her thoughts racing while they hurried through the corridor, the noise of shouting echoing in the distance.
“Where does this go?” she inquired, her voice shaking.
Marco’s face showed a tough and inscrutable look.
“In the name of freedom,” he uttered in a menacing and hushed tone.
Sofia and Marco found themselves in the alleyway outside the Opera House after coming out from the passage.
“Come on, follow me,” Marco exclaimed, guiding Sofia towards a parked car.
Sofia’s heart raced as they got into the car and quickly left the Opera House, following him.
While driving, Sofia’s thoughts were filled with questions. What made the diamond so precious to Don Giovanni? What consequences would she face now that she had been disloyal to him?
In the house, Marco faced Sofia with a stern and inscrutable expression.
“I am aware that you have inquiries,” he mentioned, his tone quiet and menacing. However, at this moment, you must keep a low profile. Don Giovanni will not stop until he retrieves both you and the diamond.
Sofia gave a nod, her heart still racing with fright.
“Where shall I venture?” she inquired, her voice quivering.
Marco’s eye gleamed dangerously as he smiled.
“I have a spot for you,” he whispered, his voice soft and threatening.
While Marco was driving at night, Sofia’s thoughts were filled with questions. She was unsure if she could rely on him, yet she realized she had no other choices.
Eventually, they reached a shabby, little apartment in a neighborhood Sofia was unfamiliar with.
“This is your accommodation,” Marco declared, as he opened the door and guided her into the room.
Sofia glanced at the simple furniture and dirty windows in the room.
“It isn’t a lot,” Marco quipped with a touch of humor in his tone. “However, it’s secure.”
While Sofia got comfortable in the apartment, she couldn’t rid herself of the unsettling feeling that something was amiss. She felt claustrophobic as the walls seemed to be moving closer, leading her to constantly glance back, feeling like someone was observing her.
As time went by, Sofia’s paranoia grew stronger. She isolated herself, staying inside the apartment and not even letting in the light through the curtains.
Eventually, one evening, she was startled by a knock at the door.
“Who’s there?” she shouted, her voice trembling.
“A voice replied, saying, ‘It is I.'” I have a gift for you.
Sofia’s heart pounded with anticipation as she neared the door, gazing through the peephole to spot a cloaked person standing on the other side.
“What is it that you desire?” she inquired, her voice shaking.
“Something I have for you,” the figure whispered, its voice filled with menace. Something that could lead you to rethink your choice of betraying the Don.
Sofia’s thoughts raced as she attempted to understand the topic the figure was discussing. Could this have been a trap? Could this have been an escape route?
Slowly, she softly opened the door while keeping her eyes on the figure.
Upon the door opening, Sofia encountered a stranger in person for the very first time. His face was concealed by a hooded cloak, his stature tall and broad-shouldered.
“Tell me your wishes,” she asked, with a trembling voice.
The man smiled with a threatening gleam in his eyes.
“I have something to tell you,” he whispered in a threatening and quiet voice. “Don Giovanni is cognizant of your deeds and is displeased with them.”
Sofia’s heart raced as she grasped the gravity of the situation.
A feeling of dread lingered in the bottom of her stomach.
“What does he want?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The man smiled, his eyes gleaming in the faint light.
“He wants you to repair it,” he whispered, his voice dripping with threat. “And he wants you to return what was taken from him.”
Sofia’s heart was racing as she contemplated her next steps, filled with anxiety.
“What if I refuse?” she asked, her voice trembling.
The man’s smile vanished while his expression turned more serious.