Lorenzo
I had already arrived in Rome when my father calls me and orders me to return. My inspection with the Di Ferro is brief and, although the branch’s finances are in order, they show some gaps in their personnel. Ten men carried out the shipment, officially.
The thing is, one of them didn’t show up and no one noticed the damn stranger. The financial loss will become that clan’s debt—even if they have to cooperate with Naples. They can sell their souls if they have to, but they will repay the deficit. Andrea Mazza will be responsible for covering the matter up, although I believe Maria, his sister, would be far more efficient, since she graduated in public relations in Palermo. But it would be an insult to assign her to the job when her brother has the same training.
I cross the cit
