"So, who do I actually need to care about at this funeral?" James adjusted his black suit.
Bella ran through the document in his hand. "Well, funerals like this aren't just for mourning. They're business meetings too. The ones worth talking to are Silas Ricci, Dante Castillo, and Damien Montoya. But honestly, they all just want to be like you."
Like me? James thought, buttoning his suit jacket.
Silas Ricci… the man practically owns the entire northern region.
Dante Castillo, another ambitious one, but still in Silas shadow.
And Damien Montoya? That guy's a weapons smuggler, busted once for transporting actual tanks.
As James adjusted his black suit, lost in his thoughts, he noticed Hector watching him with an amused smirk.
"What?"
"Nothing." Hector said, still grinning. "Just picturing them all scrambling to get your attention."
