Gulio's voice tightened. "This is not a negotiation."
"No," Alvarez said softly. "It never was." boom, there was silence, total silence...
Then the line shifted slightly, as if Alvarez leaned closer on his end "But understand something," he continued. "You don't get to decide when buried things stop breathing."
The call ended, suddenly and cleanly.
Gulio stood still, staring at the phone in his hand, for a moment, he didn't move at all, then he set it down slowly "What have I gotten myself into, why did I decide to eat on the same table with the Devil."
The room felt smaller now this is not because anything had changed physically, but because everything hidden inside it had started to move.
He walked back to the desk and sat down heavily, and his fingers pressed against
