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Chapter 10

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I pulled an envelope from my drawer. Just an ordinary white envelope.

I handed it to him. He tore it open and unfolded the piece of paper inside.

It was my formal resignation letter.

The date at the bottom was three days ago.

The hand holding the paper trembled.

Not out of anger, but out of a total loss of control.

"You!"

"Under my original contract with the late Don, I never pricked my finger. I didn't take the blood oath. Not only am I protected by the rules set by the late Don, but I'm also a
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  • The Mafia’s Lawyer Clocks Out at 5.30 P.M   Chapter 13

    On my first day at Falcone, Dante took me to see my new offices.It was a standalone building with three floors. It had a secure file room, top-tier computers, and a fully staffed twelve-person legal team waiting for my orders.He pushed open the main doors and pointed to a corner office. "The whole floor is yours. You have the final say on who stays and who goes."I strolled right in.There were floor-to-ceiling windows facing the city skyline.On the desk was a potted cactus, with a handwritten card placed underneath it."Welcome, Vittoria. Yours, The Falcone Legal Team."I stood in front of the window for a little while.Leo came over to sign his paperwork a week later.When he walked into the legal building, he saw a wall covered with whiteboards filled with legal frameworks. Every column had a note: Pending Vittoria's Approval.He looked back at me and grinned broadly."Vittoria, this is more like it."Four months later.Using the reshuffled allied contracts I provided, the Falcon

  • The Mafia’s Lawyer Clocks Out at 5.30 P.M   Chapter 12

    The last day before my departure.I sat at my desk, taking one final look around the room.The small cactus on my desk was a gift from Leo two years ago. He had joked at the time."Vittoria, you're a ruthless woman. We had to get you something with sharp spikes to keep you company."The silver letter opener on my right was a gift from Christian. He gave it to me my first year when I helped the family secure the underground docks.A yellowed sticky note stuck to a thick file showed the profit split I drafted overnight during the last turf war.The codes on it were densely packed, and the handwriting at the end was messy. They were the marks of extreme exhaustion.I shoved the cactus into my bag.I took nothing else, leaving everything exactly where it was.Around noon, Leo dragged me to the outdoor pizza joint on the corner for a farewell meal.A flimsy plastic table, two slices of greasy pepperoni pizza, and a couple of cheap beers."Vittoria, what's next for you?""The Falcones."He f

  • The Mafia’s Lawyer Clocks Out at 5.30 P.M   Chapter 11

    At noon, he brought two portions of pasta. He slipped into the break room and shoved one to me."Vittoria, just hang in there. These guys are out of their minds.""It's nothing. I'm treating it like a paid vacation.""Where are you planning to go after you leave?""You just focus on keeping your head down. Don't ask too many questions."He hesitated for a second before lowering his voice."Carlotta put together a five-man team. They're planning to forcibly take over the core database. They said they'll spend two weeks cracking your core plans.""Let her.""But Vittoria, the clauses you designed are a maze. Without you walking them through it, they won't even...""Leo.""Yeah?""That's long past being my problem."He froze for a second, then nodded knowingly.A few days later, Jason, the outside lawyer Carlotta had hired, approached me privately.He pulled up a chair and sat down next to me."Vittoria, can I take a bit of your time? Just a purely private discussion about a few legal loo

  • The Mafia’s Lawyer Clocks Out at 5.30 P.M   Chapter 10

    I pulled an envelope from my drawer. Just an ordinary white envelope.I handed it to him. He tore it open and unfolded the piece of paper inside.It was my formal resignation letter.The date at the bottom was three days ago.The hand holding the paper trembled.Not out of anger, but out of a total loss of control."You!""Under my original contract with the late Don, I never pricked my finger. I didn't take the blood oath. Not only am I protected by the rules set by the late Don, but I'm also a recognized neutral guarantor among the major allied families."I stood up and started clearing my desk.Actually, there wasn't much to clear. A fountain pen, a personal laptop. After four years, that was all the personal property I had here."Vittoria!" Christian's voice pitched up.Not a single person in the entire room dared to breathe."You're just going to walk away like this? For four years, how has the family protected you? Who gave you your power? Who introduced you to the heavy hitters

  • The Mafia’s Lawyer Clocks Out at 5.30 P.M   Chapter 9

    Looking at him like this, I just found it comical. It took this man less than half a month to go from arrogant to begging like a dog."I don't blame you. Everyone has their own ambitions. But Arthur, don't ever look for me again.""I don't want to see you anymore."He suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist. He squeezed hard."Vittoria..."I twisted my hand and pulled out of his grip.The pinch of his fingertips on my wrist still left a little warmth.But it was nowhere near enough to make my heart soften.When I walked out of the coffee shop, the reflection in the glass door showed him sitting there alone. His hands were covering his face.I did love him once. But now I felt absolutely nothing. It wasn't even hate.Four years in the mob had hardened me. I wasn't going soft for anyone.The inevitable day finally arrived.The southern smuggling kingpin, Vargas, stormed the Rossi estate with his men. He came to slam tables and pull guns.When he arrived, I was sitting at my desk, doubl

  • The Mafia’s Lawyer Clocks Out at 5.30 P.M   Chapter 8

    The Siren Club was tucked away in the wealthy South Side. Once the heavy velvet doors of the VIP room were shut, all the noise was completely sealed off.Dante was younger than I expected.He was in his early forties, wearing a dark gray suit with no tie. He had no entourage.He poured the wine and skipped the pleasantries."The hidden clauses in your turf agreements. I had people look into them. Someone in the business saw the version you kept on file. They stared at it for three days and still couldn't crack it."I sat down and poured myself a drink."The filed version is a dummy copy. The real set is four times more complicated."He laughed."I figured. That's why you're sitting across from me now."A waiter brought top-tier steaks to the table.He wasn't in a hurry to show his cards. Instead, he started discussing underworld business with me. We talked about how to ensure cash flow during a turf war, and how to wash money without using shadow bankers.Every move was lethal. We were

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