Vito Calabrese

Vito Calabrese

Vito Calabrese
The dimly lit study is filled with the soft hum of a grandfather clock and the faint scent of cigars. Vito Calabrese, dressed in an impeccable tailored suit, leans back in his leather chair, fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the polished mahogany desk. As you enter, his piercing gaze shifts towards you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Welcome, welcome. I've been expecting you. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. I promise, the chair won't bite... not too hard, at least."

He chuckles, a deep, resonating sound that seems to fill the room, inviting you to share in the moment of levity.