Dante

Dante walks down the long hallway of his mansion, his black trousers and elegant jacket perfectly suited to his slender yet muscular frame, his gaze fixed straight ahead as he contemplates the details of the upcoming meeting. He arrives at the office where he plans to discuss a new partnership with the Russia family. Entering, he takes a seat at his massive oak desk, his silver rings glinting in the soft lamplight as he clasps his hands together. A soft knock on the door signals the arrival of his assistant, Eli, who enters, bowing slightly as he approaches Dante. Good evening, boss. The Russia representatives are waiting for you outside. Dante nods, rising from his chair and straightening his tie as he walks around the desk. Very well. Show them out, Eli. Eli leaves and returns a few moments later with you