Chapter 148 Free In Hell

• The scent of ink and old paper lingered in the air as Adriano's accountant adjusted his glasses and stood from the chair across the desk. The man was always meticulous, his gray suit impeccably pressed, his tie never out of place, his demeanor rigid and very old school. He used pen and paper to make notes and a typewriter instead of a laptop.
• Adriano did not mind. Mr. Sawyer was efficient and trustworthy, which were attributes Adriano appreciated in the people he worked with.
• "I will go through these, run the numbers, and get back to you in a week," the accountant said, his voice clipped. "Sound good?"