Chapter 269

Christina's POV "If you cut any deeper, you'll lose a finger." "What?" I looked up, blinking away my daze. Fabrizio gently took the blade from my gloved hand. His expression was concerned. "You're distracted. Not exactly the best mindset for working with sharp objects that could sever tendons." "Sorry." I stripped off the gloves and stood, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in the workshop. "I need some air." "Come to Café Loufoque with me. I'm dying for a noisette, and you look like you could use a caffeine IV drip." "Sure." We stepped out of the workshop. Even with my mind trapped in a fog of Hudson-related anxiety, something felt off about the office. "Where is everyone?" The open-plan space was eerily quiet, with half the desks sitting empty. "On vacation," Fabrizio said with a casual wave. "April is always slow. Most people save their time off for now." "Oh." I followed him into the elevator. "I've never seen you take a day off." "I'm the boss. Can't afford those luxuries." He smiled