TWENTY FOUR

TWENTY FOUR

Alejandro sat at the head of a long mahogany table in his lavish study. He was deep in thoughts as his gaze was completely fixed on the message he had meticulously crafted. It had been barely a day since the blast that had claimed his father but then again he knew that with an organization like this time was very much of the essence. He had to swiftly and strongly place his feet down and take control or else all he had done to be in this position would have been a waste.

He stared at the multitude of screens before him, displaying the faces of his extended family and members of the organization, the branches that had scattered like fallen leaves in the aftermath of the devastating blast. They had lost over 20 people in that fire and barely 24 hours later there were already struggles for power and factions were being assembled to seize power. His power. He shook his head in disgust briefly as he looked up at his brother who sat in a chair across the room. Mateo had not go