The Mafia boss's words cut through the air, each syllable laced with anger and disappointment. The comrades stood in solemn silence, their expressions a reflection of the seriousness of the situation. As the boss's provocatively spoken words echoed, a palpable unease settled over the room, each member of the gang acutely aware of the severity of their mistake.
In the midst of this charged atmosphere, footsteps echoed through the corridor, drawing the attention of everyone present. A lieutenant stepped into the room holding a newly printed newspaper in his hand. The tension in the room seemed to thicken as the lieutenant darted his eyes around the room, noticing the uneasiness and bowed heads of his associates, not even the captain could muster the courage to dare meet the boss's fierce gaze. The weight of the boss's anger was apparent, casting a shadow over the room like an impending storm.
