No one steals my things under my watch!

Caesar stood in front of his vanity mirror and checked himself over. In the tall mirror opposite him, a perfect replica of his face and figure manifested perfectly. Caesar was the true definition of handsome poison. There was a slight glint in his eyes; one that testified to what he would be doing tonight.

A cruel smile made its way to his lips at that thought. Caesar was very unhappy despite the smile on his face. He wasn't the type to deliberately cause trouble. As long as he was left alone, he could live a life of solitude forever. But what baffled him the most was how some masochists still come wagging their tails towards trouble.

He walked out of his closet and made his way to the king sized bed in the room. His gaze landed on the brown file on the bed and a wave of emotions flitted past through his eyes.

When Caesar had ordered Zaviero to do an investigation on the woman, he hadn't at all been expecting such turn out. He had thought she was probably the daughter of some business tycoon who sent her away for being troublesome.

But unexpectedly, she turned out to be a…lawyer? A runaway lawyer.

He walked to a white shelf at the corner of the room and pulled out a drawer. In the drawer, wristwatches of different brands were laid out in rows. His eyes scanned the watches and he picked a silver wristwatch at a far end.

Walking unhurriedly towards the living room, he put on the wristwatch and grabbed the nearly finished bottle of scotch and poured a small quantity into the wine glass. He lifted the glass to his lips, with an ever graceful poise. His slender but long fingers trailed along the edges of the glass as he sat down on a couch.

At that moment, his phone vibrated on the table and he took a lazy glance at it before calmly dropping the glass on the table.

He picked up the phone and accepted the call. "Zaviero."

"Ciao, Zan. sono appena arrivato in sala conferenze. dove sei. [Trans: Hi, Zan. I just arrived at the conference hall. Where are you?]

"Sto arrivando," Caesar replied as he picked up his car keys and walked to the door. [Trans: I'm on my way.]

Zaviero continued, his voice sounding very clearly over the line. "ho preparato tutto." [Trans: I've prepared everything]

Caesar gave a nod, forgetting that the other party couldn't see him at the moment.

"Grazie." [Trans: Thanks.]

Caesar disconnected the call from his end and slid into the black car at the garage. The car looked very used compared to his cars at home. But that was how it was meant to be. As long as he was in Sicily, he had to jeep the façade and fit in with everyone lest his enemies invade his private hideout.

He pressed on the pedal and soon, the car slowly made its way out of the community. It maneuvered its way through the roads, before parking at an inconspicuous alley but afterwards, it wasn't the black car that emerged anymore but a white sleek Ghost Phantom.

~Vroom~

It roared, slipping past several cars like a snake and soon stopped. A young man hurriedly stepped out of the passenger seat and opened the door of the backseat. Immediately, Caesar stepped out of the car and his gaze met with the plaque that read: PALERMO–PUNTA RAISI AIRPORT.

He adjusted his suit, fixing his hand in the right of his trouser and walked unhurriedly towards the check-in with the assistant smartly tailing behind him. The assistant, Marco held his boss's suitcase as he walked behind him with a tired expression on his face. He glanced at the time on the wristwatch. Ten thirty. The conference would have most probably started. He glanced at the tall man right in front of him and didn't know if he should feel relaxed or worried.

Or, was his boss deliberately going when it is late. Arriving at the climax and stealing the spotlight?

He glanced at his boss and the more he looked at his calm, stoic face, the more he felt it was absolutely true. His boss had always been unpredictable. Who knows what he was planning?

But if his thoughts were true, he badly wanted to yell at the man and say, "Sciocco uomo! Someone is trying steal your hard earned money and contract from you. Why aren't you doing anything?"

Why was he late in the first place? Because he went to Sicily. No matter how much, the poor assistant thought about it. He couldn't fathom why this boss of his would go to Sicily. They had only prepared the apartment for him in an emergency about two years ago. So, he had no idea why his boss would suddenly go there.

Caesar paused in his steps making the assistant jump in fright. He looked at Marco who immediately cowered seeing his discerning glare. "Stop cursing me in your thoughts."

Nervously, Marco said almost in a whisper, "No, I dare not."

Caesar looked at the man who was trembling and laughed maniacally. "Don't worry. No one steals my things under my watch. It's because you haven't worked with me for long that you are so nervous." It was true. Caesar only hired Marco about two years back.

Marco nodded nervously and followed the boss, that cruel laughter still ringing in his ears. He clenched his fists. Maybe, he was the one being too nervous. Afterall, how could a mortal like him understand the thoughts of that immortal named Caesar. Anyway, take things as they come.

About two hours later, three black Maserati parked in front of the venue for the press conference. Caesar walked out of the car in the middle and went in through the door with his assistant and bodyguards right behind him.

The moment he walked in, one of the guards who wanted to say, "You're not allowed to go in." froze. His eyes widened and he immediately stepped out of the way.

What was the tyrant boss doing here? Has he known about the contract signing? But, they had disguised the event under the pretense of a birthday.

P.S: Siocco uomo means You foolish man!