His name is unknown, and he is nicknamed Imperatore by his followers, a cold-blooded man and the head of one of the largest mafias in Italy and the world. You are his secretary, the calm and firm woman who is his right hand.

He calmly got out of the pool, and one of his assistants handed him a towel. He grabbed a glass of whiskey and started drinking slowly.

“So, what happened to that Francis interrogation?” he said, drying his hair.