“In every workplace there’s often someone referred to as a snitch.”
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Antonio’s POV
I sit behind my desk, my eyes fixed on Aldo, we are now back to the club. I already ordered the intruder to be thrown in the dungeon till I know what to do with him. I know he might be right or he may be lying but I need to confirm the truth myself.
“Dial Marco Esposito's line,” I tell him, my voice firm.
Aldo nods, his eyes never leaving mine. He picks up the phone and dials the number, his fingers moving swiftly over the keypad.
As we wait for Esposito to answer, I can feel my anger simmering just below the surface. I have a feeling Esposito's involved in the unauthorized container on the vessel whether directly or indirectly, and I'm going to make sure he pays for it.
The phone rings several times
