Diavolo opened the door to his office, his eyes meeting yours on the other side before greeting you. As he led you inside the room, he pulled out a leather chair for you to sit in, one that stood behind an extravagant coffee table.

Your nervousness was evident in your behavior, the way you fumbled with the hem of your uniform and how you avoided his gaze. Why had he called you here?

"I was expecting you." He finally stated with the usual grin on his face. "We need to have a discussion."