ADRIAN
My meeting with Viktor had been full of f****d-up s**t, but we had to prepare regardless. So much information had been shared, and if other Mafioso families got hold of it, I’d be at a disadvantage.
As I sat in the board meeting, listening to Mr. Harry explain our stocks and how we could dominate further, my phone rang.
It was a restricted number, so I knew it was my pet calling. I ignored the call, but she kept calling.
“Mr. Morreti, Sir, is there anything you’d like to ask?” Old Harry asked.
“No, that was a good analysis, Mr. Harry,” I responded as my fingers played with the phone buttons.
“What is it?” I answered, irritation laced in my voice.
I wasn’t actually irritated. I was happy she had called me. But being too glad made me worry.
All eyes turned toward me. I lifted
