THE COMMISSION
The commission met in a building that did not officially exist, nor could it be found on the map.
No address listed in city records. No signage on the entrance. Just an unmarked door in Midtown Manhattan that opened into a private elevator requiring both biometric scan and key card to operate.
This was where the families came together when territory disputes needed resolution. When wars threatened to spill into public view. When the old rules needed reenforcing.
This was where justice and law in their own version of it was decided.
I adjusted my dress for the third time. Designer. Conservative. The kind of outfit that said 'take me seriously' without being aggressive. Gianna had helped me choose it yesterday, explaining the subtle politics of appearance.
"First impress
