Consigliere Stepped out of a Lamborghini

Ferrara

"We can just ignore it, Boss, and proceed with the meeting you have as planned. Going to court yourself will draw unnecessary attention to the case."

My consigliere was right, it was quite a reasonable suggestion. But all thoughts of rationality had fled last night when I learnt that Katya suddenly reappeared again, and the fact that I had a son...

I adjusted the dark blue custom made suede blazers which laid emphasis on my broad shoulders, lean waist and a height that made me tower over many people who were considered tall.

Carlos reached out and arranged the turtle neck beneath it properly, removing a particle from my jet black hair which had been swept back and styled with a gel.

"Reschedule the meeting, and get the chauffer ready. Contact Matteo."

Carlos' blue eyes seemed a bit dull, evidence of the little sleep we had all gotten since being hit by the news of Katya's return. He stood for a moment in his black suit, about to say something, but seemed to have changed hi