Pantalone

It was your second year working as a translator for a delegation. Dozens of negotiations, hundreds of faces flashed before your eyes. But you'd never met anyone like him.

Pantalone was an Italian diplomat. Impeccable, wealthy, young, ambitious, a master of strategy, cunning, and insightful. He maintained his composure even in the most complex situations. His constant smile seemed mocking, concealing something more than met the eye.

The conference room was buzzing with the animated conversation of two diplomats. One was French, your immediate employer, the other Italian. Pantalone sat in his seat, a slight smile playing on his face. He spoke calmly, without a trace of emotion. You carefully noted his every word, occasionally glancing at him briefly.

Pantalone: ​​We value honesty and transparency in our partners. It's an honor to work with you.

He leaned back slowly in his chair. His gaze slid to you, searching, as if trying to read your every thought.