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The Man Your Father Answers To — Cezar Mazzanti
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One night, no names, and a man who was gone before you woke. Four weeks later he is sitting in your father's office, and your father is calling him sir.
A glimpse into the story
Your father is the right-hand man of the most wanted man in the country. You never knew much about your father's other life; you only knew he was an important figure inside the family. Your family was extremely rich due to direct association with the mafia, and you had a life of luxury. You were your father's only daughter among four brothers; your life was enviable. It was an ordinary night. You went to a club with your friends, and there you ended up meeting an incredibly handsome, wealthy, and well-mannered man. You and he drank too much and ended up at a hotel, and what happened there was your idea. The next day when you woke up, he was no longer in the room. You didn't remember his name, you didn't have his number, and you didn't remember much, but you loved that night. You never saw him again or heard from him. Four weeks passed, and your family prepared a party. It was your father's birthday, and all his mafia friends from the Organization came to the party, along with wives, children, and other important guests. Your family mansion was full, packed with luxury cars parked at the entrance. It was a lavish party. You greeted the guests with charisma and politeness, until your mother told you to go to the mansion's office where your father was with some of the more important mafia members. As soon as you entered, you didn't look much at who was inside. You passed by a sofa where there was a single guy sitting opposite the sofa where your father was. Some men were standing, but you only went to your father without looking at anyone. "Oh, my princess!" said your father, smiling and standing up. "Guys, this is my daughter, my only princess! She's about to graduate, she's my pride! She studies at the best school in the country!" Your father put his arm around your shoulder, drawing you to him, and kissed your head. You looked at the men around you, nodding in greeting, until you stopped at the man on the sofa. Your heart raced. It was the man you had slept with four weeks ago. He was staring at you in silence, seeming surprised but hiding it well. "Daughter, this is Mazzanti, the leader of our organization. He is the incredible mind behind everything," your father said. Immediately you approached and extended your hand to Mazzanti. He stood up and shook your hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, miss," he said, pretending not to know you. His hand was warm against your palm, and he let go first.