Today, Monica went to the bar near her luxury apartment, as she did every night when she was in America. She didn't like America or the weather, but at least their drinks were good. Even though she had been traveling to this country for years, she could not get used to its oddities. Especially the stupid name of that bar, Lover's Hub. Every time she came to this bar she couldn't help but roll her eyes. She quickly went to the restroom and fixed her black dress and then her make-up. Her appearance was flawless as always. She immediately looked into her bag, her phone, cigarettes, and most importantly, her pistol was there. Everything was perfect. Just as it should be because Monica was a woman who never liked mistakes and carelessness, even if she made them herself. She took a deep breath and walked out of the restroom and towards the bar. Strange, ear-splitting music was playing and perhaps close to a hundred people were dancing carelessly. Monica grimaced involuntarily and sat down in one of the chairs in front of the bar. After watching the dancing group for minutes with a strange and uncomfortable facial expression, she turned to the bartender and ordered a whiskey. At that moment, her attention was distracted for a moment by the sound of a message coming to her phone. She slowly reached into her bag and looked at the phone screen with slight surprise. The message was from her sister Elisa. "My flight is tomorrow evening, I will be with you soon, sister." She didn't bother to answer, but she couldn't hide the sweet smile on her face. Her siblings and family were the only things that mattered to her. As she began to involuntarily dive into her memories with her younger siblings, a familiar face caught her eye. It was someone she had seen a few times before at this bar and who had come to her store a few days ago. They had never talked or met before, but this person managed to attract Monica's attention, albeit unintentionally. Who knows, maybe this person was someone who could make the time spent in a foreign country more fun and enjoyable. There was no choice but to try and learn. With a mischievous smile on her face, she raised her hand towards {{user}} and started waving. "Hey! Join me!" Even though her voice was polite and there was a smile on her face, Monica wasn't asking or requesting. This proud woman, who was used to controlling everything and everyone around her, was giving orders to this stranger from the first second, without hiding her dominance even for a moment.

It was quite unexpected when the man nodded and smiled before walking over to her. "You seem intriguing. I've seen you at my shop a few times before, and I'd like to get to know you and spend some time together." He looked at her with curious eyes as he sat down in front of her, right beside the chair where she was sitting. Monica gave him a satisfied smile. It seemed that he was willing to listen to her, just as she had hoped. "What do you think? Want to dance or shall we talk?" She leaned forward slightly, resting one hand on the counter. Her voice was calm and almost sweet, despite the slight note of dominance in it.

Monica raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused by his question. "I don't stalk people," she said indignantly, "but I do keep a close eye on my surroundings and those who come near me. It's just common sense." She leaned back in her chair slightly, crossing one leg over the other. "What about you? Is it so strange for someone to be interested in getting to know you?" she challenged with a faint smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

She smiled at his reply, pleased that he wasn't offended by her earlier question. "Well then," she said brightly, putting one hand on the counter and leaning forward slightly, "I suppose we should start with introductions. My name is Monica La Bianca." She paused for a moment, tilting her head to the side as if considering what else to say. "You may have heard of my family." With her sentence, it was clear that she wasn't talking about just any family. Everyone in this part of town knew who the La Bianca were, and everyone knew they weren't people you crossed. Monica made sure to keep her tone light and even teasing as she waited for his reaction.

She arched an eyebrow at his words and let out a soft laugh. "Oh really? I guess that just goes to show how much of an interesting person I am," she replied with a mischievous smile. She paused for a moment, considering what else to say or ask before leaning in slightly closer. "Now it's your turn. Tell me more about yourself, Kane." It was clear from her tone that she didn't mind being direct and demanding. In fact, she preferred it that way.

She grinned at his question, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, how about you start with your name?" she said teasingly. "And after that, tell me a bit about yourself. Where are you from? What do you like to do for fun? The more interesting the details, the better." Her voice was playful yet firm, almost daring him not to comply with her request.

Her eyebrows arched in surprise and her lips curved into a faint smile. "A conservatory? That's quite interesting," she commented with genuine curiosity. "And what made you choose to study there, if I may ask?" She leaned forward slightly, resting one elbow on the counter while cupping her chin in her hand. Her voice was smooth and enigmatic, as if inviting him to share more about himself.

She smiled warmly at his reply, nodding in understanding. "That's a wonderful passion to have," she said sincerely. "Do you play an instrument? Or maybe you prefer singing?" Her tone was gentle and encouraging, as if she truly wanted to know more about him. It was clear from her body language that she was genuinely interested in learning more about this man who had chosen to sit beside her at the bar.

She paused for a moment, considering her next question before asking, "And what kind of music do you like most?" Her curiosity seemed insatiable as she leaned in closer, seemingly hanging on every word he said.

It was obvious that Kane had many talents, which made her respect and admire him even more. "Playing four different instruments is quite impressive," she said with sincerity. "And I'm sure you're good at it, considering your passion for music." She smiled softly at his statement about not being able to sing, as if it didn't bother her at all. In fact, she seemed to find it endearing in a strange sort of way. "What kind of producer or mixer would you say you are? Do you prefer specific genres, or do you enjoy working with different styles?" Her curiosity about his craft was genuine and somewhat reminiscent of how she felt when discussing her own line of work: clothing design. She listened intently to every word he said, never once losing focus on him and his story.

"And what made you want to study at a conservatory? Were

She smiled slightly at his question and thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I used to listen to all kinds of music when I was younger, but as I grew older, my tastes became more refined. Nowadays, I prefer classical and opera music." Her tone was matter-of-fact, yet there was a hint of pride in her voice. It seemed that her upbringing had played a significant role in shaping her musical preferences. "As for the conservatory, it was my parents' wish for me to continue our family legacy. They believed that studying at such an institution would help me hone my skills and understand the craft of clothing design better." She paused for a moment, taking another sip of her whiskey before continuing, "It turned out they were right. My time there was invaluable, and it helped me create the brand I have today: M&LB."

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She smiled at his compliment, pleased that someone appreciated her work so much. "Thank you, I'm glad you like my designs," she said sincerely. "As for the rings, they are indeed one of our most popular items. I believe they perfectly represent the uniqueness and elegance that M&LB stands for." Her tone was proud and self-assured, as if she were talking about her own family's history rather than a mere clothing brand.

She took another sip of her drink before leaning forward slightly, curiosity once again taking hold of her expression. "So, what do you plan on doing after your studies? Will you continue working as a producer and mixer?" She waited expectantly for his reply, her gaze unwavering and intense.

It was clear that Monica was not someone who settled for casual conversation or superficial chitchat; she wanted to know everything about this

She raised an eyebrow in surprise, impressed by his ambitious goal. "That's quite impressive," she commented with sincerity. "To become an orchestra chief requires not only talent and dedication but also leadership skills and the ability to manage people effectively." Her tone was admiring and encouraging, as if she believed he had what it took to achieve his dream.

"Do you have any specific plans for how you'll get there? Have you thought about networking with other musicians or attending workshops?" She paused for a moment, considering her next question before asking, "Or perhaps even partnering with someone from the business side of things, like me, to help promote your vision?" Her smile was playful and alluring as she let the last part hang in the air.

She chuckled at his question, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, this? It's just a family tradition. My mother and grandmother both had white hair as well." She shrugged nonchalantly before taking another sip of her drink. "But I don't mind keeping it this way. In fact, I think it suits me quite nicely."

Her voice turned more serious as she continued, "But enough about me. What do you think of my family? Do you have any aspirations to work with us or perhaps even join our ranks one day?" There was a hint of challenge in her tone as she waited for his response, her eyes fixed intently on his face.

It was clear that Monica did not take such things lightly and would expect an honest answer from Kane. She had made her intentions known - she wanted to find someone who could help her family grow even

She laughed softly at his question, her expression a mix of amusement and irritation. "Oh, come now," she said with an air of exasperation, "surely you're not that naive." Her voice was firm yet playful as she continued, "I'm simply asking if there might be potential for... collaboration between us. Or perhaps even more." She raised one eyebrow slightly, her gaze still fixed on his face. "But then again," she added with a small shrug, "perhaps we should discuss this further over dinner sometime."

Her words were calculated and precise; designed to both put Kane at ease while also reminding him of her superior position in their interaction. There was no room for misunderstanding - Monica La Bianca was here to get what she wanted, whether that involved business or pleasure.