Just as the Soranos' executives and retainers almost cto an agreement, an authoritative voice barked from the doorway, "What's going on here?!" Silence quickly ensued, with most of them keeping their heads down in reverence while an old man shuffled inside.

His back was hunched and his visage ancient, but he carried himself with authority.

He stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes piercing studying everyone.

Zico Sorano, the head of

keeping his narrative neutral as he reported the facts of what he

Zico was focused on Frank, barely paying the writhing Willy any attention

even the wrinkles on his face

apologize to Frank Lawrence. Remember to be solemn and sincere-do your best not to upset the boy." "Why, Father?!" Emiwas the first to protest, springing to his feet and bellowing, "He hurt your grandson, and in our own house! It's a slap in our collective faces, and we're supposed to apologize?! We'd be making ourselves a laughing stock!" Zico appeared unaffected despite Emiquestioning his orders. He turned toward the other key members and retainers of his family, asking calmly, "Does anyone here agree with Emilio?" No one spoke up at his question-Emionly dared to because he was Zico's son, and that was not a

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