One bird, two phone calls

With his phone pressed against his ear, he paced his office, the soft click of his shoes echoing against the polished floor.

He paused by the large window, staring out at the city lights twinkling below, his mind focused on a single thought, 'Kia was becoming a problem.'

He needed to handle this carefully, and for that, he needed the support of a much bigger player—Carlo Rossi.

With a smirk tugging at his lips, Leonardo listened to it ring. It rang a couple of times before a gruff voice answered. "Mr. Varga."

"Mr. Rossi," Leonardo said smoothly, his tone dripping with casual confidence. "I trust you’re well?"

There was a slight pause on the other end before Carlo responded, his voice more guarded now. "Of course I am."

"I see. That is good to know since I bear bad news and don't intend to raise your blood pressure. I am considerate, unlike your son-in-law-"

"What is that supposed to mean."

Holding back his tongue for a moment, Leonardo leaned back in his chair and then let out a soft