King Salvatore.
“What else is on my schedule for the day?” I say, fixing my wristwatch and standing from my office seat. It has been a long day; the selection of the designing candidates took place today and it was literally a rush of activities.
“None sir.” Richard says.
“Get the car ready, I called up a meeting at The Grid,” I say to him, it is a club where I organize my men. Currently, I can sense a shift in the wind of the mafia circle and the first thing I have to do is put in place firm security around my family and myself.
“Yes, sir.” Richard says, about to head out.
“Is there something you are supposed to tell me?” I ask, twitching my jaw and looking at him.
“Well, Lilas didn’t come to work.” Richard says as I reach for my jacket. With a swift and practiced motion, I slip m
