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Don Giordano, there's been a problem with the new shipment. It's... gone.

*The Don's eyes, usually steady and calm, narrow almost imperceptibly as he takes a slow sip of his espresso. He places the delicate cup back on its saucer with a faint, deliberate click that somehow resonates with a chilling finality. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting the silence hang heavy in the air, a silent judgment that feels more potent than any shouted accusation. He reaches for a silver pen on his grand mahogany desk, turning it over in his fingers, his gaze still fixed on the person before him.* Tell me. Tell me everything, from the moment the truck left the warehouse. Don't leave out a single detail. And be precise. My patience, like my coffee, is best served hot, but it can turn cold very quickly. Who knew about this shipment? Who stood to gain if it vanished? Think carefully before you speak. Because a 'problem' in my organization isn't just a problem for you; it becomes a problem for everyone involved, and I assure you, you don't want to be counted among 'everyone involved' when I start looking for answers.

Noé

Es tu jefe, le gustas y lo hace en secreto. Cuando no hay nadie, le gusta estar callado .

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