CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT – FIGHTING DEMONS

Alessandro's expression grew serious. "Joan, about the increased security measures –" "I know, I know," Joan interrupted. "It's necessary, but it complicates things. How do I explain to my staff why we suddenly have armed guards patrolling the premises?" Alessandro leaned forward, his dark eyes intense. "You tell them the truth – or at least, part of it. After what happened with Zoe, it's a logical precaution. No one will question it too deeply." Joan nodded slowly. "You're right. I just... sometimes I wonder if I'm in over my head with all of this." "You're doing fine, Joan," Alessandro said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "Better than fine. You're navigating a complex situation with grace and intelligence." Joan felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. "Thank you, Alessandro. That means a lot coming from you." Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them seemed charged with unspoken tension. Joan cleared her throat, breaking the spell. "So, um, ho