CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN – REPORT BACK TO THE HEAD

Back at the Bistro, Jasmine found Don Cesaro waiting in her office. The older man's face was etched with concern. "Well?" he asked as soon as she closed the door behind her. "What did you find out?" Jasmine sank into her chair, suddenly feeling the weight of the evening's tension. "They're planning to disrupt our supply chain," she said, her voice low. "They have someone in the health department who's going to make trouble for our vendors." Don Cesaro's expression darkened. "Bastards," he muttered. "Anything else?" Jasmine nodded, pulling out her phone. "I recorded some of their conversation. They mentioned a shipment coming in next week that needs extra security. And..." she hesitated, "they know about me. They know I'm not family, but that I'm under your protection." Don Cesaro's eyes widened slightly at this last bit of information. He held out his hand for the phone, listening intently to the recording. When it finished, he handed it back to Jasmine, his face unreadable. "You