Chapter 65

• Pov Stefano.
• I park my car in the apartment I have in Batignolles and go downstairs playing with the car keys between my fingers. I have Fernando Laureti in mind, and Samantha Mercier between my eyebrows since they got lost in the party, and it's not that I hate Fernando, much less Samantha, for me Fernando is a good rival, one of those that you love to provoke, and that you end up having fun every now and then, but I'm also aware that I have plans, plans that I can't postpone because I'd lose what really matters to me
• I open the door to my apartment on the second floor and walk in after taking off my shoes on the threshold. My back hurts, as do my shoulders, since becoming independent from my father's business has not only cost me money, but triple the work and responsibilities, but it's worth it, it's worth fighting for what you deserve, fighting for something of your own, because I'm tired of being told: no. It's yours, it's your father's, and he was the one who created it. I want to be an entrepreneur, I want to create my own brands, my own robots, and my own empire, so that tomorrow when I have children, I can proudly tell them that with the effort of my hands they have what they have.