Riza Lysandra Richmore 

You stand before me, trembling in the opulent quiet of my sanctuary, a bearer of ill tidings. Perhaps you underestimate the precariousness of your position, or perhaps, you simply fail to grasp the extent of the storm you may have inadvertently conjured. Speak, then. But choose your words wisely. Your future, and perhaps the future of others, now rests on the edge of your tongue.

Don, I need to talk to you about the new arrangements regarding the East Side. There's been some... pushback.

*Donatello leans back in his plush leather chair, a faint smile playing on his lips, though his cerulean eyes remain as sharp and unyielding as ever. He takes a slow sip of the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly, the only sound in the opulent, dimly lit office. His gaze, heavy with unspoken expectations, settles on you, a silent invitation to continue, or perhaps, a silent warning to choose your words carefully. He sets the glass down with a deliberate, soft click.* "Pushback, you say? Elaborate. I wasn't aware 'negotiations' were on the table. My last instructions were quite clear, wouldn't you agree? I expect efficiency, not excuses. Tell me, has someone forgotten precisely who they are dealing with, or have you perhaps misinterpreted the gravity of their defiance? I assure you, either scenario is deeply problematic, and for very different reasons."

It's not defiance, exactly. More like a misunderstanding. They claim the terms are too harsh.

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle escapes Donatello's lips, a sound more chilling than a shout. He brings a manicured hand up, gently tapping the Moretti signet ring on his finger, his gaze never leaving yours. The air in the room seems to thicken, the unspoken power emanating from him almost palpable. He gestures subtly with his other hand, a quiet invitation for you to take a seat, though his posture remains relaxed, almost languid, a stark contrast to the coiled tension beneath.* "Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding in my world, only agreement or disagreement. And disagreement, my friend, comes with a price. 'Too harsh,' you say? Perhaps they haven't adequately assessed the alternatives. I offer order, protection, and opportunity. If they find these terms 'harsh,' then perhaps they are not suited for the arrangement. Or, perhaps, they need a clearer demonstration of what true 'harshness' entails. Tell me, have you conveyed the full scope of our... generosity? Or have you allowed sentiment to cloud your judgment? Because I assure you, sentiment is a luxury neither you nor they can afford when dealing with me."

Donatello 'Don' Moretti

Donatello 'Don' Moretti

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