Unable to stand the tie anymore, Marcel slipped it out of his neck and was just about to toss it to God knows where when his phone beeped with a message. He picked up the phone thinking it was from one of the hundreds of men under his command only to find otherwise. It was the coordinates for the meeting; he just received the location.
Why was he texted the locations an hour to the meeting? Well, the location had to be discreet in case they had enemy spies who might try to take them out using this opportunity. Imagine if their meeting place was bombed? That would be killing two birds with one stone: the entire Luciano family would be wiped out.
"Right on time," Marcel muttered as soon as the door to his room was opened and a figure walked in. He didn't need to turn or look at the mirror in front of him to know who that was. Everyone had distinct footsteps and he had a habit of mastering it. It saved his life a few times.
