Dante Romano was in his office, casually sipping red wine with a rare smile on his lips. The cigar he had just finished lay in a silver ashtray in front of him, letting out small wisps of smoke.
Lucho Vestari, one of his most trusted enforcers, was standing on the other side of the office, watching his boss with both caution and curiosity.
“You seem unusually cheerful today, boss,” Lucho finally said, folding his arms. “Did the market suddenly double overnight?”
Dante chuckled, and then looked lovingly at the glass of wine in his hand. “Better. Much better.”
“Are you gonna tell me, or do I have to guess, boss?”
Dante left his chair and walked lazily over to the world, looking out as the sun slowly began to set in the horizon. The Roman skyline glowed in golden light, a vision of hist
