CHANGES MADE
Lorenzo’s POV
I lean back in my chair, the heavy wood creaking under my weight as I fix my gaze on my men, the tension in the room is palpable, and I can feel it clinging to the air like smoke, I take a moment to assess their expressions before I speak.
“Do we have any solid updates I need to know about?” I ask, my voice low as I look each of them in the eye. They finally settle into their seats, mirroring my calm demeanor, but I can tell they’re just as aware of the gravity of the situation as I am. The clock on the wall ticks, but the seconds is drawn out, stretched thin by the looming uncertainty that has been hanging over us for days.
Rafael is the first to speak, breaking the silence . “Nothing new, same old, but we need to up security,” he says, his tone clipped, bu
