When London's “grave-digger” of the capital markets collides with a “living fossil” of the Tuscan vineyards,
they cut into each other's flesh with hatred as their blade, only for love to take root among the bones.
“Your algorithm can change the world?”
Financial prodigy Alex Sterling crushed the short-selling report in his hand, his gaze piercing the storms over the Atlantic:
“Within three days, I want the first crack in the De Rossi family's century-old vault.”
“Is his bloodline an original sin?”
Luciano De Rossi, scion of an ancient noble house, wiped the blood from his fingertips on the piano keys:
“If that upstart dares set foot in my vineyard, I'll bury him and his empire beneath the dust.”
Until a golden pocket watch at a Venice auction house was stained with gunpowder,
Until a chain of code from the City of London locked up the moonlight over Tuscany.
A carefully staged frame-up traps them both in a deadly predicament.
On the night they are forced to join forces, what burns hotter than hate is:
A body hurling itself in front of a bullet during a life-or-death standoff in a wine cellar,
and his cry in his mother tongue on the Baroque floor: “Rimani con me! (Hold on!)”
And when the financial hunter and the duke of the vineyards join forces to play the game
short-selling and antiques, keyboards and piano keys, sniper rifles and wine barrels
all become weapons to tear apart the conspiracy.
When the smoke clears, a new order is born:
The wine they make together is named “Crimson & Gold,” its label a sketch of a pocket watch entwined with a smart wristband.
The dust finally settles, and the legend is only just beginning
When the grave-digger becomes a dance partner, and the living fossil grows a rebellious streak,
the dawn over Tuscany and the night mist over London
will weave together an eternal code, with blood as its warp and gold as its weft.
