Chapter 32: Cracks in the Scarpelli Empire

Giancarlo Scarpelli sat in his study, the room heavy with cigar smoke and polished mahogany. The city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but he hardly saw it.

He leaned back in the leather chair, one hand wrapped around a glass of Scotch, the other gripping the armrest tight. A clock tic...

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