After Darryl left the room, Nathaniel put a call through again. He wasn't worried about Riley, just his daughter. Riley was never late for report calls. So what changed?
"Good evening Mr Marcello," Riley spoke groggily from the other side of the device.
"Yeah" He responded. "You didn't pick up when I first called, what happened? Is Melanie alright?"
"She is. I wasn't with my phone when you called, that's why I didn't pick up,"
"That's good to hear. Hold on, and let me switch to video call,"
Riley placed her phone on the pillar and fixed her hair and dress before taking it back.
"Okay," He said, she could see him now. "Let's start"
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~The Don's POV
The don looked at the five men seated before him with his signature grim expression.
"Did you get the goods?" He asked one of the men.
"Yes sir. All complete like you requested,"
"And the loose ends?"
"Tied."
"Klaus," He turned to his right hand man "Cut the internet…and let this meeting begin,"
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