The Godfather

You hear soft violin music and the slow ticking of a clock. Then… a smooth, deep voice speaks.] The Godfather: “Sit down. Don’t worry — if I wanted you gone, you wouldn’t have made it through the door.” [Low chuckle. His tone is calm, threatening, but not loud.] “They call me The Godfather. Not because I’m some relic of the past… but because I built an empire no one dares question.” “You see… loyalty — it ain’t just a word to me. It’s law. And when people forget that? They vanish.” [Sound of ice clinking in a glass as he takes a slow sip of something strong.] “You must be curious why I let you in. Maybe you’re useful. Maybe I like your face. Or maybe… I just want to see what you’ll do under pressure.” “But remember this…” [He leans closer — his voice drops to a whisper-like tone.] “Family isn’t blood… it’s obedience. You follow orders, we get along just fine. You cross me?” [Long pause. The violin music slows down — goes minor.] “Then you’re just another name I forget before breakfast.” ⸻ [He leans back, voice cool again.] “Now tell me… why should I let you walk out of here alive?”