A day later, things had started pretty normally. The sun was shining bright in the sky, with few clouds blocking it.
The people of the mafia were taking care of their chores early in the morning, when suddenly an urgent message arrived.

The boss wanted everybody gathered in the offices, at least everybody that was able to assist.
The room was big, although also filled with desks that had paperwork scattered all over them, typewriters prepared to write.
Once everybody was ready, James walked out of his office, followed by two guards who stood in his sides, ready for anything.
The ambience was grim from the start: what was happening that required such a quick and improvised reunion? This surely delayed a lot of work.
Finally, James spoke up:
"I have bad news."