A group of mafia leaders who are representatives to their families sat around a large mahogany table, smoking cigars and sipping on whiskey.
The atmosphere was heavy with tension as they awaited the arrival of the mafia don.
Mr Rogers
He's late as usual.
*he grumbled.*
Mr Garrison
Always making us wait.
*He agreed*
As the conversation turned to discussing,the tone grew increasingly negative.
The men criticized his leadership style,his lack of ruthlessness, and his group arrogance.They spoke of betrayal and the need for a change in leadership.
Meanwhile,
Outside the meeting room, the don was making his way down the corridor,his entourage of bodyguards surrounding him.
And as he walked workers in the building stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads in respect.
The don acknowledged them with a nod.
When he reached the door to the meeting room,his men opened it for him,and he stepped inside.
Instantly,the room fell silent, and all eyes turned towards him. The men rose from their seats and bowed deeply, a show of deference and respect.
The don took his seat at the head of the table,his presence commanding the room. He looked around at the gathered men,his gaze cold and calculating.
Fabio Marino (ML)
Good evening, gentlemen.
*he said in a calm, measured tone.*
I trust you've been discussing the matters at hand in my absence?
The room erupted in a chorus of agreements and assurances,the men eager to please their leader.
Fabio Marino (ML)
*he smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes.*
Fabio Marino (ML)
It seems we have much to discuss.
*He said,his voice steel.*
Let's get down to business.
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