DANTE
Staring at the quarterly projections across my computer screen, I'd come to one conclusion.
"I'm losing money," I muttered under my breath.
Rubbing the fatigue in my eyes, I let out a small yawn. There was no room in my schedule for rest.
I had bribes to pay off officials, paychecks to soldados, and my inner circle crew.
Speaking of crew...
Frankie barged into the office, holding a single Starbucks coffee and a paper bag.
"You need a secretary," Frankie announced.
Out of instinct, I reached for the coffee, but Frankie had already lifted the lid to his lips, taking a long sip, and placed the bag on the desk.
"What? I thought you might need some carbs." Frankie spoke, almost like an afterthought, while I glared at him.
I clicked the spreadsheet off and grabbed a bagel fr
