The Consultant

Nadia Voss has one rule. Eight years. Dozens of failing companies pulled back from the edge. A reputation built on objectivity, precision, and never — never — getting involved with a client. Then she walks into the Ferretti Group boardroom and meets Luca. He's infuriating. He's convinced she's there to dismantle everything his family built. And he looks at her like she's the most interesting problem he's ever encountered — which is exactly the kind of attention she doesn't need when she's supposed to be saving his business. She's professional. She's in control. She has a rule. The rule doesn't survive the storm. Stranded overnight at a crumbling, beautiful villa in the Italian hills, with the power out and a bottle of whisky between them, Nadia begins to understand that some things can't be entered into a spreadsheet. That a man who fights for what he loves is dangerous in ways balance sheets can't measure. Those eight years of closed doors might have been armour instead of wisdom. The report is due in two weeks. Her objectivity is intact. Everything else is not.