A MAN'S HONOR
Lorenzo's POV
The air in my office is usually heavy with the scent of expensive tobacco and the silent, vibrating power of a man who controls half the city’s shadow economy. I thrive in this stillness, finding peace in the quiet click of my fountain pen against high-grain paper as I sign off on transactions that move millions across borders. But that peace is shattered with a single intrusion.
“Boss, there is an issue right now that needs your urgent attention,” Rafael, my second-in-command, says as he enters my office, rushing in with a lack of composure that immediately sets my nerves on edge.
I don’t look up. Not yet. I keep my eyes fixed on the document in front of me, though the words have already blurred into a background of rising irritation. Rafael knows the proto
