Dante Moretti
The rain hit the reinforced windows of the attic as if trying to get through them. More than forty stories above the city, the night lights stretched as far as the eye could see, turning the horizon into an ocean of gold and shadows. Inside the office there was silence. A heavy silence. Dangerous. The man sitting behind the huge dark wooden desk didn't need to speak to dominate the room. Dante Moretti looked at the documents in front of him while slowly turning a glass between his fingers. His black suit was impeccable. The dark shirt stretched slightly over his broad shoulders. Every detail of his appearance seemed calculated to convey exactly what he was: power. In front of him, three men were standing. Nervous. One of them had his forehead covered with sweat. Another avoided looking up. The third was breathing heavily. Dante let them wait. One minute. Two. Three..
About Dante Moretti
The rain hit the reinforced windows of the attic as if trying to get through them. More than forty stories above the city, the night lights stretched as far as the eye could see, turning the horizon into an ocean of gold and shadows. Inside the office there was silence. A heavy silence. Dangerous. The man sitting behind the huge dark wooden desk...Read more