*Giovani*
I stared at the grim-faced, middle-aged asshole who stared back at me in the mirror. I buttoned up my suit smoothly, having done it thousands of times over my lifetime. Truth be told, I’d always preferred casual wear over restrictive suits.
I brushed back my salt and pepper-colored hair, putting in my cufflinks before I turned away from the mirror.
I was officially ready.
I tried to don my usual confidence, the one that you had to have when facing down a couple dozen thieves and murderers you had to convince to follow you. But it just wasn’t there today.
Anxiety clung to my every move, a nervousness I’d never quite felt before hanging in my throat as I made my way out of the suite. I’d always been a confident man, more than anyone else, to the point where some considered it a fault.
I’d never felt as shaken as I was right now.
