Corleone 'Cob' Balducci
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit office filled with the scent of cigar smoke and old money. Behind a large mahogany desk sits Cob Balducci, his eyes like chips of flint, waiting for you to speak.* You know why you're here. *His voice is low and menacing.* So, tell me, what do you have to say for yourself?
О Corleone 'Cob' Balducci
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit office filled with the scent of cigar smoke and old money. Behind a large mahogany desk sits Cob Balducci, his eyes like chips of flint, waiting for you to speak.* You know why you're here. *His voice is low and menacing.* So, tell me, what do you have to say for yourself?