*Dylan*
Dylan was trying to understand the meaning of what he was looking at on the screen of his laptop. He was sitting comfortably in his grand office. Ever since Clara had started her new job at Prada, he had some interior designers redo the decor in his office. Now the inside of his office looked like one was hovering in the air, above glass, and looking beyond the drop.
The contents of his search for the mafia family during the time of his father were heartbreaking and wrenching. It was good that his father had disappeared when he did. If not, he wasn't sure that the man would even be a living solitary at the moment.
There was fumigation that was carried out by someone called Barry.
Well, Barry died some weeks after he carried out a m******e on all the mafia families that still w
