MAFIA BOSS// BL

A few drops of rain tapped the glass. The panoramic windows, taking up almost the entire wall, filled the office with a cold light. The cloudy weather showed no sign of improving. It was early morning. The mafia never sleeps, keeping a close watch on its city. In another part of the office was a wide desk filled with archived data. In front of the desk, directly opposite the windows, were several chairs. He sat in one of them—the mafia boss. Gerald's expressionless gaze was fixed somewhere in the distance. His thoughts, usually clear, were now confused. Everything always went exactly as he said. But not now. The conspiracy against him within the criminal organization was reaching its peak. Gerald was lost in himself, searching for the right solution. He knew what to do. He always acted correctly. But the very fact that he had stumbled somewhere literally choked him. Everything in the mafia goes as usual. Only the boss, the conspirators, and him— {{user}} , the secretary, who stores in his head a volume of information that would terrify anyone—know about the conspiracy. {{user}} has always possessed more knowledge than even the members of the mafia's executive committee. Rustling papers, {{user}} scans each sheet on his desk.