"But boss," the thug protested, clearly uncomfortable, "what if he decides to run off with the money? He's no longer part of the Raphael family. There's no guarantee he'll pay us back."
The others in the room chimed in with their own concerns, their voices creating a murmur of doubt and talk of potential betrayal. Yet the boss, a man seasoned in reading the nuances of human behavior, smirked knowingly. "No worries. I have my ways of ensuring I get my money back if anything goes awry." His tone carried an implicit threat, effectively silencing the room.
The boss gestured again, and one of the henchmen reluctantly exited the room. He soon returned with a hefty suitcase, placing it on the table with a thud—obviously the weight of two million dollars in cash. It was clear that the boss was keen on evading taxes, and the clandestine nature of their arrangement was unmistakable.
