Well, the beginning of the meeting went kind of easy, much easier than he had expected, and it was probably because he had never actually done anything himself and he knew it was how it was going to continue.
And it was a problem that could end in the worst way imaginable, one he was only just realizing, and it was Ramírez who had planted the thought in James's mind.
He was the Don now, that was his title, and from that point on everybody would refer to him as that, but it felt so distant and wrong because of one single reason.
It was always Hector and the others who took care of all the details, who were building up the logistics, deciding on the warehouse locations, organizing supplies, and making sure every little piece of the plan fit together. They handled the entire setup while he only watched, nodded, or occasionally gave a quick word here or there.
