The Prototype

33. Trying

MARCELLUS

    Standing in the center of the lavishly adorned meeting room, all eyes fixed on me, eagerly awaiting instructions for today's Horse Tournament. The opulent chandeliers cast a soft glow over everyone. I took a moment to survey the room, meeting the gaze of each individual, my eyes conveying the gravity of the situation.

"It's absolutely crucial that everyone remains vigilant and alert," I emphasized, my voice resonating with authority. "We have three events remaining, and in light of the incident at the restaurant in Italy, I need everyone to be on high alert. If you observe anything suspicious or concerning during today's events or any future events related to the restaurant situation, it's imperative that you report it to me immediately. Do not attempt to handle the matter on your own or gather additional information. Are we clear on this?" I stated firmly, ensuring that my instructions were understood by all.

"Yes, sir," everyone spoke in unison, confirming their unwavering commitment. I subtly lifted the cuff of my tailored suit, glancing down at my Rolex to monitor the time of the event starting soon. "Does anyone have any questions before I dismiss you all?" I inquired, casting a discerning gaze over the attentive individuals.

Seeing Gia raise her hand, making my eyes lock onto hers. I gave her a nod, indicating that she had permission to ask her question. "What do we do about Tempest? She's out of the loop, and with her being at the events and we are unaware of the unknown enemy that targeted and orchestrated what happened at the restaurant, it feels like we're sending her into these situations blindly," Gia confess.

I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of frustration about the whole situation with Tempest. "I'll handle Tempest. She's my responsibility from now on. The rest of you need to focus on your duties. As long as Tempest does what I ask of her, she'll be fine. She's an adult and doesn't need to be babysat. I expect you all to treat her accordingly. Follow my commands and leave Tempest to me. Understood?" I demanded, making eye contact with Gia, Gabby, Nino, Rico, and anyone else who felt the need to be up Tempest's ass.

Gia nodded in agreement, "Yes, sir," she replied. I diverted my gaze from Gia and scanned the faces of the others standing before me. "Any further questions?" I inquired, wanting to ensure that everyone had aired their worries, concerns, or questions and would not be distracted by them during the event.

Nino raises his hand, and I turned my attention to him, signaling for him to speak. "Any updates regarding the restaurant situation? Has Romeo communicated anything?" he asked.

Drawing in another deep breath, wishing there were some positive news or developments regarding the restaurant situation. "Unfortunately, there are no updates yet. I spoke with Romeo earlier, and he is still reviewing footage. Given the extensive amount of footage from street cameras, storefront cameras, and traffic light cameras, it will take some time. He requests that we remain patient. You all know that my patience has a limit, but I am being as patient as I can and expect the same from all of you. If you want to assist, then comply with my requests. When you are outside mingling and standing guard, play along. Observe every individual closely for any nonverbal or verbal cues that catch your attention, gather any information you can, and report to me immediately. Hopefully, we will receive updates soon. Until then, let's focus on the event, all right?" I conveyed.

Understanding the information and duties I have given to them, everyone nodded their heads. "Any more last questions?" I asked, observing as people began to shake their heads. I took a moment, ensuring that everyone had voiced their questions or concerns. "Okay, you all are dismissed," I granted.

I watch as everyone begin to walk towards the door allowing themselves out. I turned back to face the desk, placing my business phone in my pocket. Suddenly hearing the soft clacking of heels against the tile floor, I turned around, seeing Madrina, wearing a soft smile but also with a hint of concern on her face.