"..."
John was silent for a long time.
Nando showed a regretful expression. He could see it too—this hesitation was a prelude to refusal.
Sure enough, John smiled and shook his head.
"I might risk my life for some things, but definitely not for everything. The family's choice is not necessarily my personal choice. I don't want to betray any trust, so... you know."
"Ah."
Nando sighed, shaking his cigar. "Remember to have your employees clean off their Damascus tattoos."
This wasn't distancing, it was protection.
A family tattoo is a target.
It would attract corporate discrimination, closeness or distance from black market vendors, and even vendettas from rival gangs or families.
Nando promised to help John with the reconstruction project.
While it would be charged at market rates, the work would be completed surprisingly quickly. Considering the transportation of equipment and materials, the reconstruction would only take two weeks.
