Alle Kapitel von When Labor Became My Prison: Kapitel 11

Three years later. The Moretti headquarters in New York City, top floor office.I sat in the chair that once belonged to my father, a billion-dollar acquisition deal in front of me.My pen glided across the paper, signing my name.Alessia Moretti."Signora, we have news from Sicily," Luca said, entering the office. "Your father's vineyard had a record harvest this year.""Good," I said without looking up. "He should be enjoying his retirement."Outside my window, the New York skyline glittered in the setting sun.In three years, I had expanded the Moretti empire to heights it had never seen before.From New York to L.A., Chicago to Miami. Our influence was everywhere."Anything else, Luca?" I asked."The report you asked for," he said, handing me a file. "About Chicago."I took it.A status report on Vittorio Falcone.After our last meeting three years ago, he had simply vanished.He was living in a tenement in the South Side of Chicago. Surviving on welfare checks.He drank every day.