My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104: 105/Security Breach

Chapter 105:

Robert’s Point of View

I left Julie immersed in her papers and went up to the upper floor, where the restaurant was located.

The clatter of fine china mixed with soft jazz music.

I directed my gaze directly toward the round table in the center of the place; Commissioner David Sterling was sitting there in his official suit, which reflected the authority of the NYPD.

As soon as his eyes fell on me, he straightened in his seat and pushed his chair back to stand with a dignity befitting his rank.

He extended his hand to shake mine with a strong grip, a diplomatic smile etched on his face as he said:

"Hello, Mr. Robert... it has been a long time. I thought your business had kept you away from your friends in the city."

I squeezed his hand formally and sat in the chair opposite him, undoing the middle button of my jacket, giving me more freedom of movement.

I said in a calm and steady voice:

"Business never ends, Sterling, but some meetings cannot be postponed."

I watched him as he readjusted his medical glasses, examining my features as if trying to read what lay behind my calmness.

The nervous movement of his fingers on the rim of the glass betrayed his need for something; police officers do not request a meeting with "Robert" in a public place unless there is a heavy price to be paid, or security information that the law cannot reach alone.

Commissioner David Sterling leaned his heavy body toward the table until his head almost touched the lamp hanging above us.

He lowered his voice to the point where I could hear nothing but the hiss of his disturbed breath.

He began scanning the wooden surface with wandering looks, as if checking for hidden listening devices in the cracks, before fixing his gaze on my eyes.

He said in a tone filled with exhaustion:

"The matter is filthy, my friend... rather, it is a security scandal capable of burning half the heads of the leadership in the ’Plaza’ if it were leaked to the press."

I did not give him the pleasure of seeing my reaction. I interlaced my fingers in front of my face with a cold calmness, rested my elbows on the table, and said in a hollow tone:

"I’m listening... proceed."

Sterling sighed, seemingly sinking into his seat:

"The protected witnesses database... it was opened last night like a can of sardines.

They didn’t touch a single cent; instead, they pulled addresses and codes belonging to our undercover agents embedded in the heart of the Brooklyn mafia families.

The virus used in the operation is terrifyingly sophisticated, and my suspicions lean toward a tech company contracted with your security firm."

He fell silent for a second, watching my face for any twitch of a muscle or a blink of an eye, but he found nothing.

He continued with a trembling voice:

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