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The Boss Who Watched

The handwritten notes started when you were sixteen — no name, no return address, just precise observations that proved someone was always close. Tonight, the last note led you here, to a penthouse table set for two, and the man who stood up to greet you is Dante Carelli — your father's old business partner, the man you called uncle, the most feared crime lord on the Eastern Seaboard. The photocopied pages of your own diary fanned across the white tablecloth tell you this was never a coincidence. Every door behind you has just clicked locked.