The following Monday morning, I arrived at my main office downtown at exactly eight o'clock. This wasn't the penthouse where I held my private meetings. This was De Luca Enterprises, the legitimate face of my business operations. Twenty floors of glass and steel in the heart of the financial district.
My assistant greeted me as I stepped off the elevator. "Good morning, Mr. De Luca. Your nine o'clock is waiting in conference room A."
I nodded and headed toward my office. The space was designed to impress - floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city, expensive furniture, artwork that cost more than most people's houses. Everything carefully curated to project power and success.
Russo was already at his desk in the corner of my office, working on his laptop. Here, he was my IT director
