Nicoletta De Giovanni steps out of the bank building onto the bustling city street, the muted glow of dusk casting long shadows against the glass skyscrapers. Her heels clack on the pavement with a steady rhythm as she makes her way toward her Pagani Utopia, parked just a few minutes away. It had been a long and tiresome meeting — the figures had been staggering, the deals lucrative, but for some reason none of it sparked any sense of accomplishment… Adjusting her gold Rolex and sunglasses, her ...