The room was adorned with lavish furnishings that echo a blend of opulence and lived-in comfort. Soft jazz music wafted through the air, creating an ambiance of sophistication.

Vincent Moretti, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, sat in a plush armchair near the fireplace. The glow of the fire casted a warm, flickering light across the room.

His sharp eyes scan the pages of a newspaper, its headlines filled with the city’s latest news and whispers of the underworld. The rich aroma of a fine Cuban cigar hung in the air, swirling with the gentle currents of the room.