“They work for you. Don’t imagine Soren is going to demand to know their titles and salary.”

“But why do I need them?”

“We should bottle that charm of yours and sell it,” Bass said, shaking his head.

“Look. I’ll level with you here. I don’t know much about this Soren guy. He’s got his shit locked down tight. Until I know shit is safe, I want to know you’re not alone in this.”

I wanted to gripe about not needing babysitters, to demand to know if—if the roles were reversed—he would feel the need to send Bass or Serano in with a bodyguard.

But I just barely managed to keep my mouth shut. Because whether I was showing it outwardly or not, I knew how big a deal this was, how much trust Renzo was putting in me to give this job to me. Even if I was mostly chosen for my anonymity, Renzo was still entrusting me with the family money. That was huge.

I couldn’t fuck this up.

Which meant that I had to do something I’d never been any good at. I had to show restraint.

“Okay. Got it.”

Renzo’s brows rose, but he didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Oh, there is one more thing, though.”

“What?”

“You gotta dye your hair.”

“What? Why?” My hand shot up, running down my dark blue strands.

“Because you’re supposed to be a businesswoman. You gotta look the part.”

Maybe it was silly, but I didn’t want to give up my hair. It was partly how people knew me in the neighborhood. Despite not being known to law enforcement, I did have a reputation to uphold.

“What next? I need to take out my nose ring?”

“Think if you dye the hair and wear something an adult would wear, you can leave the hoop in.”

Sure, I could go off about how—while his capos were standing there in suits—he was wearing black jeans and a tee. Not exactly ‘adult’ either.

But, again, I kept those thoughts to myself.

“Fine.”

“Fine?” Renzo asked, brows pinching. “No arguments?”

“Nope.”

“You got a fever or something?”

“What? You want me to fight you?”

“Just not used to you not being a thorn in my side is all.”

To that, all I managed was a shrug. Because I was worried if I opened my mouth, my tongue would run away with me like it was known to do.

“Alright,” Renzo said, still watching me curiously. “I will get the papers drafted up and shit for the property. And there will be more to go over then. But I’m gonna need you to hand off some of your workload to your soldiers and associates. At first, you might need to be spending time with Soren.”

Oh, joy.

Just what I wanted to do.

Spend my time with some stuffy old businessman.