Alessandro's POV
I sat at the corner table in the quiet bar downtown. Dim lights hung low over the wooden counter, the place smelled of aged whiskey and leather and I swirled the scotch in my glass and waited.
Dante walked in. His dark hair showed more gray at the temples now, but he still carried himself like the man who once commanded boardrooms, shoulders back, sharp green eyes scanning the room. He spotted me and gave a quick nod.
"Alessandro," he said as he pulled out the chair and sat down. "Good to see you."
"Dante. Been too long." I signaled the bartender for another drink. "How is business holding up?"
Dante leaned back, his fingers tapped the table. "Slow. The last investment didn't go as planned but we survive. You know how it is; we built everything from nothing back in th
