Salvatore DiMarco
I arrived at my desk. Lucca and James were there. “What is this, Sal?” Lucca asked, and I took a deep breath.
“This is off-the-record, and personal… Now, it is the moment you can get out of here and get away from it,” I said, and they looked at each other and nodded.
“You know you can count on us,” James said, and I nodded.
“Thanks,”
My office was soundproofed. Contrary to what Sienna believed, the fishbowl was high-tech and hyper secure. I darkened the glass walls, and I videocalled John.
“John… I need your discretion,” I said,
“Of course, Sir,” he said, “James and Lucca are here… and we are waiting for Sandro,” I said, and at the mention of my cousin, everyone shifted a bit uncomfortably. They knew Sandro was the head of the murky organization run by my fa
