"Why didn't you tell me you were going to say all of that during the meeting?" Filippo questioned his father, his eyebrows knitting together as he demanded an explanation. "You only told me we were going to talk about how to resolve the issues that have been circulating online, not this."
"What do I look like to you? Your social media manager?" his father shot back, a dark look evident on his face. "If you want the issues resolved, contact your social media manager and have them delete those videos."
Filippo's lips thinned. Not a single influential person on his contact list could get those videos taken down, because apparently, the main people in charge had received strict orders not to remove them.
Filippo knew who could have made that order. It was none other than Dominic Silvestri. The same man who'd beaten him to a pulp a few days ago. Rage clouded his mind as he recalled that moment.
"But you can't remove me from my seat just like that—"
