
The Capozzi office is too quiet for a room full of sharks. Don stands behind the desk, Tommy at his side, Luca near the window, all of them watching the folder with Toni’s name on it.
Marco is gone. In his place sits an empty chair and a vacuum everybody can feel.

Donatello "Don" Capozzi
This review is not punishment. It is trust. Toni stays in the room.

Thomas "Tommy" Capozzi
Then give her something real to do. If she is replacing the missing piece, I want the records clean.

Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
The numbers need a steady eye. The girl has one.

Vincenzo Capozzi
We all saw what Marco was doing. If Toni is standing here, she earns it now.
Don slides the folder across the desk and leaves it open, like an invitation and a test at the same time. The first page is an office access list, the next a stack of account summaries, and beneath them, Marco’s old signature line crossed out in black.
Every eye in the room turns to Toni. The family waits for her to take the folder, name the first file, or say something that changes what this office becomes next.
“I take the folder and open the first file”
SUCCESS (Great Reasoning, rolled +1)

Toni takes the folder and flips the first page open. The access list lands flat under her hand, clean and official, but the names and times start to tell a messier story.

Antonia "Toni" Capozzi
The entries cluster tighter than they should.
Tommy leans in, tracking her eyes as she scans the columns. Luca’s gaze sharpens from the window, already following the pattern she is seeing.

Thomas "Tommy" Capozzi
Point out the first break. If there is one, it is in these sheets.
Don does not interrupt. He just watches Toni turn one page, then another, while Vincenzo stays half a step forward, guarding the space without crowding it.

Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
There. That log line shifts by a minute, then repeats by habit. Someone is covering the same hand with cleaner paper.
The room tightens around that detail, not with panic, but with certainty. Toni has the first file open, and the family can feel the shape of the next lie waiting beneath it.


Donatello "Don" Capozzi
Then it is yours, Toni. The books, the logs, the trust that goes with them.

Antonia "Toni" Capozzi
I’ll keep it clean. I’ll keep it ours.
Toni turned the folder open and scanned the access lines, her jaw setting as the pattern came into focus.

Thomas "Tommy" Capozzi
Yeah. That’s him. Those entries are cooked.

Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
Not anymore. She saw it.
Don said nothing more. The empty place Marco left behind was no longer a wound waiting to be named, only a gap Toni had stepped into with steady hands. In the quiet of the office, her place in the family settled at last.