Enzo stepped out of the shower, his mind still swirling with the events of the morning. He quickly dried himself off with a towel, the cool air of the room making him shiver slightly. After a few moments, he walked into his bedroom, his steps determined. He needed to be calm, but firm. He had to focus on the next steps.
He went straight to his wardrobe and pulled out a simple yet luxurious outfit—dark jeans, a black shirt, and a tailored blazer. He wanted to look professional, yet not too formal. It was the kind of attire that would make a statement without saying a word. Once dressed, he walked back out of the room, his mind still racing with thoughts of what was about to unfold.
