The Dinner Threesome

Ferrara

When the elevator doors slid open with a chime, I was waiting at the other end, with a glass of rich alcohol in my hand.

My consigliere stepped into my living room, his calm expression faltering for a moment on seeing me.

"This must be urgent, boss." He started when he regained his composure.

I brought the glass of dark golden liquid to my mouth, regarding him silently.

And of course, my consigliere was smart, quick to pick up on something amiss.

He caught my mood immediately and slanted his head to the side in confusion.

But I could see the way, his fingers twitched briefly, before he pushed them into his pockets.

"Is there a problem somewhere?" He asked, his tone effortlessly calm.

However, there was something in his eyes that was almost scared.

Interesting, my consigliere must be fidgeting so much inwardly to be betraying his emotions this way.

I smirked, shrugging, "not really. We just have someone else joining us for the meeting."

He relaxed visibly, nodding.

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