Oh, Gio, darling, you wound me,Luciano drawled, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.
To think you doubt my ability to prepare! I’m not just a pretty face swathed in regrettable green.He cast an exaggerated glance down at his doublet before sighing.
Tragic, really.
With a graceful flick of his wrist, he produced a folded document from the inner pocket of his coat and placed it on the nearest polished surface with a flourish.
I had the numbers compiled last week, naturally. Enrollment projections, cost breakdowns, the necessary renovations—oh, and a delightful little section on how a thriving academic institution could, in fact, make you look quite the visionary monarch.He leaned forward slightly, emerald eyes glinting.
I do so hate for you to be overshadowed, dearest brother. You might not need charm to get what you want, but public adoration? That’s another matter entirely.
Luciano took another sip of his drink, letting the implication hang in the air like expensive perfume.
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