Black Network
"A counter-offer? A meeting time?"
"Drive away," Hugo said, his voice flat.
The messenger’s face turned pale. "This means war, you know."
"This means we’re done talking, you idiot," Hugo shot back, stepping into the rain. "Get the hell off our pavement. Right now."
The car tore away into the city lights.
Out on the eastern cliffside, waves smashed violently against the rocks below the massive villa. Ichiro stood on the terrace, his tailored trench coat soaked.
Shinjiro stepped onto the deck, stopping three paces behind his uncle. "Moretti sent the middleman back empty-handed, Uncle."
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