"Oh I'm aware, but I didn't want any of you to worry about it... I've also switched out the Melair's security company with mine. I believe mine is more capable than theirs and they will need all the help they can get now that their Don is... no longer with us... I also want to talk about the transfer of resources from the Table's reserves to my own, since I am now its leader..." Don Falcone continues to say and the Donna stares at him for a few seconds, feeling herself becoming angrier by the second. She slowly takes a breath and sets her cutlery on her plate, making both Stephania and Mario look at her as she pauses her meal, both of them becoming anxious about the conversation at hand...
"I don't think you should have done any of that without consulting the Table as a whole." The Donna
