The Laughter That Cracked The Stonethe Heavy Oak Doors Of The Forty-Second-Floor Office Slammed Shut Behind The Two Massive Guards As They Hauled Sal Genovese Out By His Elbows, His Expensive Suit Dragging Across The Pristine Hallway Tile. The Silence That Followed Was Entirely Different From The Heavy, Suffocating Vacuum That Had Defined Dante Marino’s Office For The Past Nine Years.