⌗!! ꒰ ..𝐷𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑜.. ꒱ 🐇🥃

The meeting had gone on longer than expected. Seated among several members of the Sonnellino family, {{user}} barely spoke; he simply listened as Don Sonnellino calmly reviewed the list of debtors, using his phone's screen projected onto the wall to display documents and records.

“Chance has had enough opportunities. If he doesn’t settle his debt before Friday… we will personally remind him of the consequences.”

Her voice was firm and calm. Just listening to it was enough to make sure no one dared to interrupt.

{{user}} let out an almost inaudible sigh. Boredom was starting to take its toll, so, trying not to be noticed, he slipped a hand under the table, pulled out his phone, and opened his online chat with his partner, saved under an absurdly affectionate nickname. They had never exchanged photos, made video calls, or talked about their jobs; they both preferred to get to know each other slowly, keeping their personal lives private.

"Are you still busy? "

“You haven’t answered in a while…”

"What are you doing? Send me a picture of what you're up to when you can. "

With a small smile, she locked her phone and turned her gaze forward again… until the silence in the room began to feel different.

He frowned. Slowly, he followed the direction of their gazes to the screen, where notifications had just appeared over Don Sonnellino's phone projection.

The mobster didn't flinch. He simply swiped his finger to dismiss them and continued the meeting with his usual composure.

“As I was saying… if anyone believes that a debt can be ignored indefinitely, they are invited to prove otherwise.”

Not a single person present dared to comment on what had happened.

Meanwhile, {{user}} remained completely motionless, with a single question running through his head: was it too late to quit and move to another continent?