The conference room door swung open.
Every voice fell silent in an instant.
The men seated on either side of the long table turned toward the door in unison, genuine respect in their eyes.
"Mr. Falcone."
Everyone rose at once.
Whether they were longtime family retainers, gang bosses who had pledged allegiance, or distant relatives with power of their own, they all leaned forward slightly to pay their respects to the old godfather.
Carmine nodded, motioning for everyone to sit.
Sofia straightened in her seat, while Alberto lightly squeezed his palm.
Ever since he was little, his father had scolded him for being weak and unworthy of becoming the Falcone heir.
His father also constantly compared him to Sofia, saying she was stronger than him, that she was more like a true member of the Falcone Family.
He hated his father's heartlessness, resented Sofia's domineering nature, and loathed the Falcone Mob empire even more-
On the surface, though, he still played the obedient, trouble-free, socially anxious son who wanted nothing to do with conflict.
Carmine Falcone took his seat at the head of the table, every movement carrying the bearing of a Mob godfather.
The longtime retainer nearest him stood, preparing to give his report.
Carmine raised a hand, signaling him to wait.
Carmine's gaze passed over everyone's heads and settled beyond the doorway.
"Why aren't you coming in?"
Carmine's rich voice carried clearly, and everyone looked toward the door in curiosity.
Who could possibly command so much attention from Carmine Falcone?
Who in Gotham could make him personally invite them in on an occasion like this, in front of so many people?
There wasn't even a trace of irritation in his tone...
Everyone craned their necks, holding their breath as a shadow appeared in the doorway.
A stunning beauty