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l a mystery. I don't like mysteries in my organization." Izzy kept her expression neutral, though her mind raced to find the right words. "I understand your concern, Mr. Marino. I

ow. We can't afford mistakes." The man hesitated before glancing around nervously. "There's... there's been talk. Someone's planning to hit the shipment. We didn't know who to trust." Izzy's blood ran cold. This was the kind of complication she couldn't afford. If the shipment was compromised, it would reflect on her, and Enzo's trust in her would be shattered. She needed to act fast. "Alright," she said, her mind racing. "Tell the others to stay alert. We'll double-check everything and make sure we're not being set up." She moved quickly, scanning the warehouse for any signs of trouble. Her eyes caught a shadow moving in the corner, a flicker of movement that shouldn't have been there. She reached for the gun hidden under her jacket, her senses on high alert. Before she could react, a figure lunged at her from the darkness, knocking the gun from her hand. Izzy fought back, using her training to deflect the attack. The two of them grappled, the man trying to overpower her. But Izzy was prepared. She delivered a swift knee to his groin, causing him to double over in pain. She took the opportunity to grab her gun and aimed it at him. "Who sent you?" she demanded, her voice cold and steady. The man glared at her, his face twisted in pain and anger. "You'll never stop us. Enzo Marino's days are numbered." Izzy's mind raced. This wasn't just a random attack. There were bigger forces at play, forces that threatened to unravel everything she was working towards. She needed to get to the bottom of this, but first, she had to secure the shipment. "Get out of here," she said, keeping her gun trained on him. "And tell whoever sent you that they've made a big mistake." The man scrambled to his feet and fled into the darkness. Izzy watched him go, her mind already formulating a plan. She couldn't let this incident derail her mission. She needed to report back to Enzo, but she had to do it in a way that wouldn't raise suspicion. The rest of the night was tense, but the shipment was successfully unloaded and secured. As dawn broke, Izzy made her way back to The Inferno, exhaustion tugging at her but her resolve unshaken. She needed to see Enzo, to explain what had happened and ensure he still trusted her. She found him in his office, looking as composed as ever. He raised an eyebrow as she entered. "Isabella. How did it go?" Izzy took a deep breath. "We had a complication. Someone tried to sabotage the shipment, but I handled it. Everything is secure." Enzo's expression hardened. "Sabotage? Did you find out who was behind it?" Izzy shook her head. "Not yet. But I will. This won't happen again." Enzo studied her for a moment before nodding. "Good. You did well, Isabella. Keep this up, and you'll go far." As Izzy left his office, a mix of relief and determination washed over her. She had passed the first ma