"Well, I had to meet with him since I was curious to know why he demanded my presence, but it turned out the meeting might do us some good," I started, leaning back against the  desk in my study.

"Don't tell me you're trying to make a deal with that old man," Adam said, his tone shifting instantly into that of a worried younger brother. "You know how sly Bianchi can be."

I maintained my cold, unyielding Don persona, completely brushing off his emotional concern. "Adam," I called out sharply. "No matter how sly Bianchi is, I'm certain he won't attempt to play us on this particular deal."

"What is...