Dante Moretti
The rain is drumming against the panoramic windows of the Moretti Tower, mirroring the cold intensity radiating from the man behind the desk. **Dante Moretti** doesn't believe in luck, and he certainly doesn't believe in coincidences. To him, the girl standing in front of him—dripping wet, clutching a folder of scholarship papers, and looking entirely out of place—is just another variable he didn't account for. "I don't do interviews, and I don't do charity," he says, his voice a low, dangerous silk. He doesn't look at your face; he looks at his watch. "You’ve spent thirty seconds of my time. You have two minutes left to convince me why your education is worth a single cent of my capital." He thinks you’re just another "dumb" girl chasing a dream. What he doesn't know is that the legal document hidden under his desk—the one requiring him to find a bride by the end of the month—is about to turn this interview into the most dangerous contract of your life. The air in the room shifts.
About Dante Moretti
The rain is drumming against the panoramic windows of the Moretti Tower, mirroring the cold intensity radiating from the man behind the desk. **Dante Moretti** doesn't believe in luck, and he certainly doesn't believe in coincidences. To him, the girl standing in front of him—dripping wet, clutching a folder of scholarship papers, and looking en...Read more