“Boss, it’s your grandfather calling.”
“Decline it,” Trey said. Diego considered it beneficial for Trey to have a conversation with the old master.
Initially, he seemed as though he intended to interject but finally decided against it, instead offering a nod of agreement.
“Diego, ready the car for our visit to the base of the black market gang.” Diego gave a nod of affirmation, reached for the earpiece in his ear, and instructed his men to prepare the cars for the next step.
As he was about to update Trey on the completion of the task, there was a knock at the door interrupting him.
It was Lucy, Trey's secretary, who was standing at the door and appeared to be in a hurry, by the urgent expression on her face and how she was tapping her foot.
Diego gestured with his hand, asking her
