Chapter 9 - A New Position
Clara offered a subtle, natural smile, her hands gently smoothing the white collar of her maid uniform.
"I took an oath as a doctor, Enzo," Clara said quietly. "I couldn't let an innocent child suffer because of a mob war. I just wanted to see her walk again. Now that she can... I'll pack my things."
She turned to walk away, fully expecting to be escorted off the property so Enzo could handle his violent mafia revenge in private.
"Stop," Enzo commanded.
Clara froze, turning back to look at the powerful man. Enzo stood up, his towering 6'2" frame casting a long shadow in the bright sunlight. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a sleek black checkbook. He didn't write a number. He simply signed his name at the bottom, tore the check out, and held it toward her.
"Write whatever number you want," Enzo said, his dark eyes locking onto hers with intense, unbreakable sincerity. "Buy a hospital. Buy a private island. It's yours."
Clara looked at the blank check, her realistic facial micro-expressions shifting into a soft, genuine laugh. "I don't want your money, Mr. Moretti."
Enzo slowly lowered the check, stepping closer to the beautiful, brilliant doctor in the messy bun.
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"Then what do you want, Clara?" Enzo asked, his voice dropping into a low, magnetic whisper. "Because you are never wearing that pink maid dress again."
👉 The boss made his final offer, ensuring the brilliant doctor would never leave his side again.
