Dante

“Cut it. Everything. By tomorrow, I want her name removed from the Orilon files," I stated coolly as I leaned back in my chair with the phone still pressed to my ear.

“Yes sir,” the voice on the other end said.

“No second chances,” I added. “I don’t care if she begs me, and cries. She didn't know when to watch her mouth. Now she will get to learn it the hard way.”

“Yes, Mr. Romano.” I placed the phone down, slowly as I stared into nothing, nonchalantly. The study ...