Damian walked through the Academy campus with his hands in his pockets, his mind still processing everything Seraphina had told him.
The morning sun was bright, students moving between classes in their usual patterns, completely unaware of the empire being built in the shadows of Tranquil City.
As he walked, he pulled out his watch and opened the Mafia group chat.
The messages were flowing constantly now, coordination between different teams, reports on territory management, updates on orphanage operations.
But one thing kept catching his attention.
Every message addressed to him started with "Sir."
Marcus: Sir, the western district gambling operations are now fully converted to legitimate businesses.
Selene: Sir, should we expand the hospital staff or focus on equipment upgrades first?
Pavel: Sir, requesting guidance on how to handle a dispute between two business owners in our territory.
