Mafia / 1.15 : Cleansing fire

Atlas looked up from his cellular impatiently. He was sitting behind a table in a huge warehouse between his underboss and advisor. They were more than three hundred chairs, and a quarter of them was empty. He looked at the entry, there was two alpha checking the people coming in and putting a sticker on their wrist. Atlas looked at his cellular again, those people are way too used to doing what they want the fact that they dared to show up late is proof of it.

Atlas' advisor said:

"Leader some of them are taking the sticker off as soon as they are sitting."

"It's fine."

Once everyone was there and seated at their assigned seats they looked at Atlas. For more than five minutes the warehouse was silent as Atlas used his cellular not caring that they were waiting for him.