Thirty minutes after leaving the prison, I’m nervously standing in front of a well maintained brick low-rise. Black letters spread across the brick—DEL SARTO HOLDINGS.
I walk through the glass doors into a bright open lobby. High ceilings and marble accents match the stone-paneled façade of the open space. Middle-aged mobsters in crisp black suits stand guard at the security desk. Fiona stands in the middle of all that open space, watching me approach, a happy smile on her face.
When I reach her, she gives me a quick kiss. She’s so excited, she’s glowing. I grin nervously.
“Thank you so much for meeting Daddy. It’s really important to me.” Fiona beams.
“No problem,” I say, doing my best to appear cool and collected.
She grabs my arm and pulls me through the lobby so quickly, she’s almost dragging me. We head toward a pair of elevators in the lobby and one of the guys at the desk gives a cold penetrating stare from an expressionless face, but doesn’t make any move to stop us.
“Come on! I’ll take you to Daddy’s office!” she exclaims as she pulls me into the polished stainless steel box.
Fiona approaches her father’s office door and flings it open, much to my surprise. She steps in proudly, dragging me behind her with a huge smile across her face.
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