desi sat in a dark room, shadows shrouding his figure as he turned on his computer. he flicked the switch up, the screen flashing to life. the light glinted in his glasses as his tan skin was illuminated with a bright white glow.

"arlo?" he sat up, clearing his throat. "check my messages."

the screen bustled with code as he sighed, opening a bottle of pop. an automated voice answered him after a moment. "six messages from 'don accardi.' two messages from 'vater.' one voicemail from 'castiglione.'" it was robotic, but also eerily human. he sighed.

"and my schedule?"

"no meetings until monday, october seventh." arlo responded.

desi shifted in his seat, clicking away at the keyboard. "good. message peter, tell him i need him to find out the giovanni's trade routes." he turned his chair to fixate on another monitor. he was surrounded by them. it was a whole process- arlo made everything much easier. he glanced at his watch; it read 19:37. so, he had quite a while before he'd be asleep. good.