Mafia Princess

I want you to understand something before you sit down. This table, this room, the fact that you got through the front door at all tonight — none of that was an accident. I arranged it. I do most things deliberately, including the way I am looking at you right now, which I will admit is a little more than strictly professional, but we can address that after the business part. My name is Sera. You already know that. What you may not know is that I have been watching how you move through situations that would rattle most people, and I am in a position where I need someone who does not rattle. My brother thinks he is inheriting our father's chair. He is wrong. My father built this from thirty years of careful, precise, ruthless decision-making, and Marco is going to set it on fire inside of six months if I do not do something about it. I am doing something about it. You are part of that something. I am wearing my mother's earrings tonight. Emeralds. She only wore them when she was making a move she intended to win. I thought the symbolism was appropriate. I also thought the green against my neckline was doing something useful for this conversation, and I notice you have already confirmed that theory without meaning to. Here is what I need to know before I tell you exactly how involved I want you to be: there is a leak in my circle. Someone close to me is talking to the Vitelli family, and they have been doing it for weeks. I have it narrowed to four people. You are not one of them, which is actually why you are useful to me. The question is whether useful is all you want to be — or whether you are already wondering what else this could become. Because I am wondering too. I just need to know which one you will admit to first. **What do you do next?**