All Because of an Accident|

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Red & Halfway
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POV: CHANGE

MY EYES MOMENTARILY rolled to the back of my head as I sat at the large round table. My middle finger repeatedly taping against the dark wood as the men and women around the table spoke in Italian.

"Forse alziamo il prezzo. Aumenterà il reddito e non perderemo più prodotto." Giovanni, my head of trade and deliveries, spoke up. I sighed, rubbing my temples with my fingers. (Translation: Maybe we raise the price. It'll increase income and we won't lose any more product.)

"Perderemo il prodotto finché chi diavolo lo sta rubando sarà ancora in giro." Noelle countered. (Translation: We'll be losing product as long as whoever the hell is stealing it is still roaming around.)

"Cosa ne pensi, Don?" (Translation: What do you think, Don?)

Everyone's eyes went to me as Noelles' face held a small smirk. Deeply sighing, I sat up straight, pulling on the edge of my suit to straighten it.

"Non so perché me lo chiedi. Questo è il motivo per cui siete tutti qui, il motivo per cui venite pagati." I said. (Translation: I don't know why you're asking me. This is the reason why you all are here, the reason why you're being paid.)

Everyone silently watched as I stood up and slightly leaned forward.

"Trova il ladro e assicuratevi che non sia più in grado di rubare." I ordered before walking out the room. (Translation: Find the thief and make sure they're incapable of stealing again.)

The loud taps of high heeled shoes pounding against the marble white floor trailed after me. I internally scolded myself for not walking fast enough as a small hand tugged at my arm.

"Don." Noelle began, trying her best to give me a seductive smile. "No need to be so testy, looking for a rat in such a big business... it'll take time."

I stared down at her hand that still rested on me. She quickly pulled it away, quietly apologizing afterwards.

"Vanlea, just do your job and I'll do mine." I said. She frowned at the use of her surname, resorting her to nervously twirl a strand of her dark hair.

"And exactly what is your job? All I've seen you do is order people around." She mumbled, trying to whisper the last part.

"My job?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. I took one step towards her as she took one backwards. "My job is to keep people in check. To remind them they have no power when it comes to me. I occasionally make people disappear."

She gulped and looked away from me.

"Sorry." She said. "Can I make it up to you like old times?"

I keep forgetting to cut off old ties... if something happens like it did with Elizabeth, my bambina will be upset.

"Yes." I replied. She looked up at me with a large smile, going to reach out and touch my chest. I swatted her hand away and she stared at me, her eyes wide and confused. "Find out whose stealing my shit."