Harabero entered the meeting room. A wooden circular table had been set in the carpeted chamber, with floor to ceiling windows allowing light fill the area. It was expansive, with space to accommodate several people, but as of right now it was reserved for them alone.
Good day, my friend.
The Don's demeanor was slightly distant and professional. He was not entirely angry about the situation, yet he also believed it to be of high importance. If he were to be honest, Harabero was not sure himself of the approach he would take. He was, however, more comfortable in the moment, having known Chenzo for as long as he had. He waved his hand.
I believe we both know the subject of our impromptu meetup. We can skip the formalities for the moment. What I really want to know is, why entrust them so, as you did, without any caution? This is our only home, we are speaking of. It has been shown they are unreliable at best, malicious at worst. Why would you attempt to - and attempt to persuade others to - entrust in them so much?
