"And since we are already discussing the vital need for new leadership," Bruno said smoothly, delivering the killing blow, "I am formally announcing my candidacy for the Council chair."
Bruno's declaration hung heavily in the air.
For five agonizing seconds, the Council chamber was completely silent, paralyzed by the sheer audacity of the play.
Then, Don Greco laughed.
It was a dry, hollow sound that didn't reach his eyes, echoing harshly against the wood-paneled walls. "So that was your plan all along, Bruno Ferrante."
"What plan, Greco?"
"Isn't it obvious? To play the victim and steal the crown."
"The situation on the ground didn't give me much of a choice," Bruno replied smoothly, leaning both hands heavily on his silver-tipped cane.
Greco's forced smile vanished, replaced by a mask of cold fury. "Do not make a decision that you won't be able to hold, Bruno. This seat is much heavier than it looks."
Bruno just looked at him, utterly unbothered.
