Across from me, Tyler Pierce, Director of Strategic Operations, leaned forward just slightly. Pierce had the posture of a soldier even in a three-piece suit, tall, lean, every line of him was disciplined, and his close-cropped hair streaked prematurely with gray.“Mr. Enzo,” he said carefully, “do you have any concerns regarding the deployment timeline?”The room’s focus subtly redirected toward me. Conversations faltered mid-sentence. Even the tapping of tablets slowed, the whir of the screens feeling louder against the sudden stillness.I rested my hands fully on the polished oak.“None that affect the launch,” I said calmly.Pierce inclined his head once, and the presentation picked up again. Yet, despite the orderly resumption, a ripple of unease lingered. The De Laurentiis name was built at the top of Cosa Nostra, and it has stayed there for years because we understood one thing better than the rest of them: ambition alone isn’t enough. Every family seated at that table at th
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