Nico
I step into the conference room, the doors closing softly behind me. The usual tension thickens the air, a pressure that has become second nature. The lieutenants are already seated, waiting in silence, their eyes flicking toward me as I enter. There’s respect in their gaze, maybe even a little fear, but they don’t speak unless spoken to. None of them would dare interrupt my thoughts.
I take my seat at the head of the table, every movement calculated, controlled. There’s a power to being still.
Patience is not just about waiting. It’s about controlling the space around you until you decide to act.
I let that lesson hang in the air as my eyes scan the room, assessing every face, every subtle shift in their posture. The more I learn to read the silence, the sharper my instinct bec
