The room was already occupied by the time Antonio arrived....it wasn't a crowded room ...no, it infact was as scanty as a friend group gathering....But there was something about this space ....it was The kind of space where every chair, every shadow, every breath taken had meaning, because nothing in that room existed without intent.
The long polished table stretched across the center , and seated around it were the individuals who dictated the undercurrent of the city's power, the ones whose decisions seldom made the news but shaped everything that did.
Antonio stepped in without hesitation, his expression composed, his movements measured, as though he had walked into a hundred rooms like this before and had never once been unsettled by what waited inside....this was infact,very usual for him...Behind him, two of his men took their positions without a word, standing at a respectful distance, alert but still, their presence acknowledged yet unobtrusive.
