Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Chapter 58 The Little Diplomat

Gemma’s POV

After my evening with the girls at the secure safehouse, I felt considerably lighter. Ivy and I had worked through our concerns about the recent territory disputes this morning, and Hunter had confirmed our movie plans for tonight at the civilian theater downtown.

The encrypted desk phone rang, cutting through my afternoon routine at Caleb’s legitimate front office. Our security detail informed me that Carmen, Dominic’s niece, was downstairs requesting clearance to see me. My stomach twisted with equal parts curiosity and apprehension. Despite everything with her uncle, I approved her visit anyway.

Ivy stood by my workstation when the reinforced elevator doors slid open, revealing that breathtaking little girl. She moved with practiced elegance in her ballet attire, golden hair swept into a perfect bun, those enormous emerald eyes achingly familiar to her uncle’s.

"Auntie Gemma! I’ve missed you desperately!" Carmen practically glided toward me with her dancer’s poise, her voice carrying the refined accent of private tutoring.

"Sweet girl, I’ve missed you too." I wrapped her in my arms, breathing in her innocence that seemed untouched by her family’s bloody empire. "Let me look at you properly. That ballet outfit is absolutely stunning on you."

"Thank you, Auntie! I slipped away from my security detail and dance class just to visit you before returning to the compound," she confessed with that disarming smile that could manipulate hardened soldiers.

"Carmen, meet my dear friend Ivy. She’s dating Don Caleb." Carmen transformed instantly into a perfect little diplomat, extending gracious greetings to Ivy with the poise that came from being raised in a crime family where manners could mean survival.

"Auntie, I brought you something special from the family vault." Carmen presented me with a crimson rose, an expensive envelope with the family seal, and a box of Swiss chocolates that probably cost more than most people’s monthly salary.

"From your Uncle Dominic?" I asked, catching Ivy’s knowing smirk as she recognized the Thorne family’s signature peace offerings.

"Absolutely, Auntie." Carmen released an exaggerated sigh worthy of a seasoned negotiator. "Listen, Auntie Gemma, he’s being completely pathetic. I think you should discipline him like my ballet instructor does when the older boys act foolish in advanced class. But then forgive him afterward because he genuinely worships you, and men in our family are naturally stupid about emotions, Auntie."

"What makes you so certain he worships me?" Curiosity consumed my better judgment, though I knew I was being manipulated by a master.

"Because if he didn’t adore you completely, he never would have agreed to my negotiation terms for delivering these family tokens." Ivy watched our exchange with barely contained laughter while Carmen continued her explanation with the confidence of someone raised in boardroom deals and territorial agreements.

"What exactly did you negotiate, little diplomat?" I leaned forward, fascinated by this miniature businesswoman who could probably run half the city before coming of age.

Carmen arranged herself elegantly in the leather chair, crossing her ankles like royalty discussing state affairs. "First, he purchased that military-grade tablet I’ve been desperately wanting that Mom refuses to buy due to security concerns." My eyes widened appreciatively at her tactical thinking. "Additionally, he’s persuading Mom to let me adopt a specially trained protection dog from the family kennels, plus providing all care and security protocols, and..."

"There’s more to this negotiation?" Ivy interrupted, thoroughly entertained by the miniature Machiavelli before us.

"Obviously! My compensation must reflect the magnitude of Uncle’s strategic stupidity." Little Carmen justified her position while I raised my palm for a celebratory high-five, which she delivered with perfect precision. "He’s also taking me on an unlimited shopping expedition through the family’s protected districts."

"Girl, you absolutely devastated those negotiations," Ivy declared, settling beside Carmen with obvious admiration for someone who could outmaneuver a seasoned Capo.

"But Mom cannot discover I’m assisting Uncle’s reconciliation efforts, understood?" Carmen lowered her voice to the conspiratorial whisper used in family business meetings.

"Understood completely," I promised while Ivy nodded agreement with the gravity of someone who understood family politics. "Care for some chocolate while we handle this diplomatic mission?"

"Must I provide Uncle with confirmation that this strategy will succeed?" Carmen asked with the directness of someone accustomed to status reports.

"Actually, he needs confidence this approach will work, or he’ll abandon our arrangement and try something more dramatic," Carmen explained with the ruthless logic that impressed even me.

"Fair enough! Let’s examine your uncle’s message." I opened the sealed card carefully, recognizing the expensive stationery used for family communications. "I apologize. You represent my happiness. I refuse to lose you." The words hit harder than expected, written in Dominic’s distinctive handwriting.

"What’s your response, Gemma?" Ivy prompted while I considered my options carefully, knowing this would be reported back through family channels.

"Perfect! I’ve got it." I grabbed official stationary from my desk drawer and crafted my reply with deliberate precision, choosing words that would keep Dominic hoping without making promises.

Ivy read my response first, then passed it to Carmen, whose eyes expanded dramatically with the expression of someone witnessing a masterful power play.

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