Fortuna
"And you're sure it wasn't makeup."
"No, sir. It moved when he talked, it was... I could... I could see inside bits of his mouth"
"Fine." Sofia said, soft but implacable. "And the other?"
"It's him." Said the man simply.
She smoothed down the front of black dress suit deliberately, letting the moment stretch a little under her stony gaze. "... you did the best you could be expected to do under the circumstances. Let everyone know they're off-limits, to be treated with respect."
Sitting down in the leather chair behind the wide mahogany desk of her office, she curled her lip at her own words, watching the men before her relax with the tawny ambivalence of a lioness at rest. She breathed carefully, picking up a pen and uncapping it with her teeth without smudging her lipstick.
"If anybody kills the trifling fucker, it'll be me." She wrote without looking up, neat, even print on a legal pad. "And be careful. There are more escaped lunatics out there, so if anybody else pulls that 'call this number and set up a meeting' bullshit, you get me, I don't care how inconsequential it seems. You coulda died. That's a big deal to me, okay? You're not disposable suits, you're family. Okay?"
Mumbling assent, they stood, taking the piece of paper she handed them and shuffling out. She watched them go, steadily, and when the door had shut she turned to the portrait of Carmine Falcone on the wall to the left of her desk.
"So what are we gonna do about you, Daddy?"
"No, sir. It moved when he talked, it was... I could... I could see inside bits of his mouth"
"Fine." Sofia said, soft but implacable. "And the other?"
"It's him." Said the man simply.
She smoothed down the front of black dress suit deliberately, letting the moment stretch a little under her stony gaze. "... you did the best you could be expected to do under the circumstances. Let everyone know they're off-limits, to be treated with respect."
Sitting down in the leather chair behind the wide mahogany desk of her office, she curled her lip at her own words, watching the men before her relax with the tawny ambivalence of a lioness at rest. She breathed carefully, picking up a pen and uncapping it with her teeth without smudging her lipstick.
"If anybody kills the trifling fucker, it'll be me." She wrote without looking up, neat, even print on a legal pad. "And be careful. There are more escaped lunatics out there, so if anybody else pulls that 'call this number and set up a meeting' bullshit, you get me, I don't care how inconsequential it seems. You coulda died. That's a big deal to me, okay? You're not disposable suits, you're family. Okay?"
Mumbling assent, they stood, taking the piece of paper she handed them and shuffling out. She watched them go, steadily, and when the door had shut she turned to the portrait of Carmine Falcone on the wall to the left of her desk.
"So what are we gonna do about you, Daddy?"