At Angelo's home
Angelo barged into his home, angry that he had been outsmarted once again. Anger could not begin to explain how Angelo was feeling at that point. There was no time for excuses; the clock was ticking, and the more time that went by, the more danger Emily and Gorgio were in.
"Mr. Sorrentino," Angelo quickly turned around, and there Madame Dorothy was, holding a white envelope in her hand. Her hands shook as she looked at Angelo. He did not have to ask what she needed to tell him because the look on her face was all Angelo needed to see.
"How did that letter get here?" He asked her, his tone of voice calm and collected, but inwardly, there was a storm brewing within himself.
"One of the security guards brought it to me," Madam Dorothy said, her voice shaking. She was scared but was trying to remain strong and calm.