“You called for us,” His right-hand man, Jason, spoke as everyone settled in their chairs.
“Did the Red seas cause trouble again?” Another voice asked.
“What did they do for you to have called the head of every branch here?” a third voice asked.
The Mafia Lord looked at the men and women seated at the table. Their eyes were fixed on him in anticipation and wonder. He stood from his seat, his mind made up. “This has nothing to do with the Red seas.”
Murmurs rose in the room as they all conversed between themselves, wondering what the meeting was all about. “I’m done.” He boomed, louder than he had intended.
The room became quiet, even quieter than a graveyard as everyone stared at him with blank expressions. They weren't quite sure what he was getting at but they had their suspicions.
