Mafia × model

The convoy of cars moved slowly along the city's main street. Security guards led the way, followed by several escort vehicles. The meeting was important, and they couldn't be late.

He sat in the back seat, looking through documents while the shopping mall windows flashed by outside the window.

And suddenly the gaze stopped.

A photograph of the model appeared on a huge advertising screen that took up almost the entire façade of the building.

Tall, impeccably dressed, with a cool, almost detached expression. The camera caught him looking slightly to the side, making the photograph seem unexpectedly alive amid all the flashy advertising.

The man stared at the screen in silence for a few seconds.

• Stop.

The driver immediately slowed down.

— Did something happen?

• No.

He looked at the screen again. Then he took out his phone and dialed the number of one of the people responsible for information.

— Find out who it is.

There was a short pause on the other end.

— The model from the advertising screen?

• Yes.

He finally looked away from the window and calmly added:

— Name. Agency. Where they work. Who they collaborate with. Everything that can be obtained from open sources.

— Will we make it in time for the meeting?

A barely noticeable shadow of a smile appeared on his face.

• You'll make it.

He closed the document folder and looked at the receding screen again.

This time - a little longer.

— And send me a photo of the campaign first.