CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO – THE PLANNED RUSE

Outside, Thomas Reeves sat in his car, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he listened to the conversation through a hidden microphone. "Oh, Cesaro family," he murmured. "You have no idea what's coming." The next day, Jasmine gathered the staff for a meeting, her heart heavy with the knowledge that one of them was likely the mole they'd been searching for. "I know these past few weeks have been difficult," she began, her eyes scanning the faces before her. "The accusations, the suspicion, the sabotage - it's taken a toll on all of us. But we can't let it destroy what we've built here." She took a deep breath before continuing. "That's why Marco, Don Cesaro, and I have decided to take a leap of faith. We're going to refinance the Bistro, invest in some major upgrades. There's going to be a lot of money flowing through here in the next few days." A murmur rippled through the assembled staff. Jasmine watched their reactions carefully, looking for any sign of unusual interest or