(Damian)
"Mark," I called out the following day when we were getting ready.
He was next to me in seconds. Always ready. "Boss?"
"Get the cars. We move in twenty."
"The team's ready."
I walked down the hall to my office and grabbed the black case from the safe. Inside were the real papers - the ones I didn't show Bruno and his crew. Why trust them with everything? I never do.
The front door opened to the early morning light. Three black SUVs waited in the driveway, engines running. My security team stood by each one, faces serious, guns hidden but ready.
"Nico," I said as I walked to the middle car. "You riding with me?"
He nodded. "Always, boss."
We got in. The door shut with a heavy thud. Privacy glass. Bulletproof everything. I didn't get to where I am by being careless.
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