The dynamics shift completely when everyone's in a room. I read a ton of 'dark romance' with mafia elements, and the sit-down is less about gunplay and more about a very specific, tense social performance. Power gets signaled through who speaks first, who leans back in their chair like they own the place, and who refills their own drink versus whose glass gets filled by a subordinate. It's all unspoken hierarchy.
I remember a scene from 'The Dark Verse' series where the younger underboss deliberately arrived late, not to be rude, but to force the older capo to wait—establishing that his time was now more valuable. The dialogue afterwards was pure surface-level pleasantries, but the real conflict was in the pauses, the eye contact held a beat too long, and which agreements got written down versus which were just nodded at. The winner wasn't the one who shouted; it was the one who left the table having changed the terms without ever raising his voice.
That kind of writing makes my heart race more than any shootout. You're just watching people read each other like human chess pieces.