The Mafia Boss Thought She Was Just a Bookish Secretary—Until She Opened the Clan’s Most Secure Safe

The shift in Norah was undeniable. She was no longer the terrified civilian. She was Isabella’s daughter, and she had inherited the sharp, calculating intellect of the Beluchcci bloodline.

Damian sat across from her at the table, mapping out the syndicate’s infrastructure.

"The Romanos have occupied my estate," Damian explained, pointing at the map. "They control the docks, and now they have the loyalty of the bought politicians who think I'm dead."

"But they don't have the tower," Norah pointed out, tapping a pen against her chin. "The Beluchcci Group headquarters is a legitimate corporate building. It’s highly public. The Romanos can't just kick the doors in with assault rifles like they did at the estate. The police would actually have to respond."

"True. But they will have men watching every entrance. They know the vault is in the sub-basement. They are waiting for you to come back and open it."

"So we don't go through the front door," Norah said, her eyes flashing. "We go through the digital back door."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Explain."

"I spent a year and a half managing the building's maintenance schedules. Tomorrow at 3:00 AM, the city is shutting down the main power grid on that block for underground subway repairs. The building will switch to backup generators for exactly forty-five seconds."

"During those forty-five seconds, the external camera feeds will reset," Damian realized, catching on.

"Exactly," Norah smiled, a sharp, dangerous expression that made Damian’s heart skip a beat. "We use the maintenance tunnels connecting to the subway system. We slip in during the blackout, access the archive, and get the ledger. Once we have the blackmail files, we don't shoot Carmine Romano. We destroy him."

Damian looked at his secretary, marveling at the brilliant, lethal woman hiding behind tortoiseshell glasses.