CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT – BIANCA THE FEMME FATALE

As the days wore on, the strain began to show on all of them. Lorenzo became increasingly paranoid, installing extra security cameras and hiring more bouncers. Bianca threw herself into expanding the pub's offerings, pushing for live music nights and themed events. Charlotte found herself caught in the middle, trying to balance Lorenzo's caution with Bianca's ambition while keeping the pub running smoothly. One evening, as they were closing up, Lorenzo approached Charlotte, his expression troubled. "Charlie," he said quietly, "I need to talk to you about Bianca." Charlotte's heart raced. "What about her?" Lorenzo ran a hand through his hair, looking conflicted. "She's... she's been pushing for us to expand. Open a second location across town." Charlotte blinked in surprise. "Already? But we've barely got this place under control." "I know," Lorenzo agreed. "But she says it's the best way to secure our position. Show strength, you know?" Charlotte frowned. "Lorenzo, don't you th