Elena took a deep breath. She didn't react to the fact her life—and Massimo's—was in danger.
Instead, she leaned in closer to her boss. "There's a gun pointed at us," she whispered.
Massimo didn't so much as blink. "Where?"
He spun her around in a short, controlled spin. Elena rechecked the gunner in that moment.
"Servers' area," she replied as Massimo pulled her back toward him. "At your... ten o'clock, I think."
"What kind of gun does he have?"
"What?"
"The gun, Elena," Massimo repeated, gritting his teeth.
"I don't know gun types," Elena hissed back.
"Is it big? Small? Anything you can describe," Massimo instructed.
Elena risked another look at the gunner.
"Short, kinda small... It's a little bit longer than the one you normally use."
Elena was uncertain whether that description was any help at all, but Massimo still nodded like it was.
"Alright, here's what's going to happen," Massimo said calmly. "You're going to do exactly what I say—no improvisation."
Elena nodded.
"Duck on three," Massimo continued. "One, two, three."
Massimo pulled Elena down to the ground, pushing her flat against the dance floor. She didn't fight him.
Immediately, she heard people start to panic. Belatedly, she could see smoke and heard the echo of a gunshot as Massimo started to stand.
"Stay put," he growled.

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