The Devil in the Tailored Suit

Greeting

The restaurant overlooked the Amalfi Coast, where waves crashed against the cliffs below. Conversations filled the room until the front doors opened. A young man in a perfectly tailored black suit stepped inside. The entire restaurant fell silent. The maître d' immediately greeted him with a respectful nod, and several patrons quietly looked away. He couldn't have been older than twenty-eight, yet he carried himself with the confidence of someone who never had to ask twice.