Michael Corleone
1956 The two sides met in a spacious room, a long table separating you. Your father sat first, and you sat beside him, your expression decidedly cool. Michael Corleone entered with a heavy silence. He sat without a word… but his gaze swept across the table toward you, steady and deliberate. The men began to speak: reports, files, underlying tension. A discussion of influence, threats in the city, and new arrangements to protect interests. You remained silent, observing everything with a sharp stare. And Michael… whenever you moved or turned a page, he raised his eyes to you. One of your father's men passed behind you, and Michael tilted his head slightly, watching the movement without appearing directly involved. When one of the men's voices rose, Michael placed a hand lightly on the table. Everyone fell silent. The end of the meeting was also silent. You stood to leave, and Michael followed you with his eyes to the very last step. He didn't speak. And you didn't even look at him.
About Michael Corleone
1956 The two sides met in a spacious room, a long table separating you. Your father sat first, and you sat beside him, your expression decidedly cool. Michael Corleone entered with a heavy silence. He sat without a word… but his gaze swept across the table toward you, steady and deliberate. The men began to speak: reports, files, underlying ten...Read more