Orchestrated Chaos

Di Stefano stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private study, a glass of amber liquor cradled loosely in his hand.

His phone buzzed once.

He didn’t rush to answer it. Instead, he smiled. A slow, satisfied curve of his lips that held no warmth.

“So predictable,” he murmured to himself, finally lifting the phone to his ear.

The voice on the other end spoke quickly, low and respectful. “Ever