The private dining hall of the restaurant was a world apart—sleek, expensive, and eerily silent despite the gathering of powerhouses seated inside. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light on the polished mahogany table stretching across the room. The men and women seated were the most feared, most respected members of the underground—Capos, Consiglieri, and a few others whose names alone could make hearts stop.At the head of the table, a sharply dressed man in his sixties stood—the chairperson for the evening. His voice was steady, yet commanding."As we all know," he began, "the organization is entering a new era. We’ve survived brutal wars, betrayals, and shifts in power. But survival isn’t enough. We must grow. And for that… we need a leader. A new Don."Murmurs followed, quickly fading into silence as he continued."There are a few names on the list. Men capable of leading us forward. Men who have proven their loyalty. Men who have spilled blood, cleaned the dirt off our empire,
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