After the nine family heads saluted the don, they started talking over each other, trying to sell their sub-families as the best choice for replacement.
The don let this carry on for a short while, hearing them out with a distracted ear, before knocking his cane on the marble floor under the table.
*Knock knock*
In mere moments, the arguing and loud talking stopped, the terrasse becoming silent once more.
He looked at each of the old fellows, one by one, his eyes almost piercing into them.
"I heard what all of you had to say. I believe a few of you have some valid arguments. But the decision was already taken.
"This morning, I got a visit from one prospect I had in mind, and her offer was not something we could afford to turn away. Therefore, I would like you to welcome at the table, Miss Amara Rossi, the replacement of the Bianchi family."
