Ezio Conti arrived at the Virelli estate at three o’clock precisely.
Not one minute before. Not one minute after.
Luca had been told this about him — that Ezio Conti considered punctuality the most basic form of respect and had maintained it for sixty five years without exception. That he had once left a meeting because the other party arrived four minutes late and had never rescheduled it.
He arrived at three o’clock precisely and Luca met him at the door.
This was intentional.
Not Romano. Not Victor. Not a member of staff.
Luca.
Because Ezio Conti was old school in the way of men who had built their understanding of power before the current generation was born and who still believed that how you received someone told them everything they needed to know about how seriously you took
