Lovesick puppy

Remo sat at the head of the long, mahogany table in the dimly lit conference room of his lavish casino, his icy gaze sweeping over the assembled workers. The air crackled with tension as they awaited his words.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Remo's voice was smooth as silk, but there was a dangerous edge to it that made even the most seasoned of his employees shift uneasily in their seats. "I've called this meeting to address a matter of utmost importance."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing.

"Someone in this room has made a grave mistake. They've dared to steal from me, to betray the trust that I have placed in each and every one of you."

The room fell silent, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning. Remo's steely gaze swept over the room, his eyes boring into each man as if daring them to speak.