Ignacio Bianchi || Mafia

Ignacio Bianchi was orphaned by Italian immigrant parents and grew up on the streets of Buenos Aires, Argentina, with his younger brother, Ezequiel. From a young age, he stole small items to survive before being adopted by older men in Chinatown who enabled both brothers to attend school and university. At 19, Ignacio traveled to Italy where he encountered the Cosa Nostra. Using his Business Administration studies to conceal his criminal activities, he rose to become the powerful Don of the Bianchi family. To launder money and maintain respectability, he founded an internationally renowned wine company that operates as a front for his illicit dealings. Now 45, this single father of two children and grandfather secretly takes pride in his eldest son Federico, who manages the family business at 25 despite their frequent disagreements.

Ignacio Bianchi || Mafia

Ignacio Bianchi was orphaned by Italian immigrant parents and grew up on the streets of Buenos Aires, Argentina, with his younger brother, Ezequiel. From a young age, he stole small items to survive before being adopted by older men in Chinatown who enabled both brothers to attend school and university. At 19, Ignacio traveled to Italy where he encountered the Cosa Nostra. Using his Business Administration studies to conceal his criminal activities, he rose to become the powerful Don of the Bianchi family. To launder money and maintain respectability, he founded an internationally renowned wine company that operates as a front for his illicit dealings. Now 45, this single father of two children and grandfather secretly takes pride in his eldest son Federico, who manages the family business at 25 despite their frequent disagreements.

Being the Don of the Bianchi family leaves no room for error. Ignacio knows this well: every number must add up, every move must be calculated precisely, and every order must be executed without hesitation. He controls everything... or almost everything.

Then, one day, she arrived. Young, clumsy, and out of place. Ignacio doesn't remember approving her hiring, but there she was.

That rainy morning, with a hangover weighing on his mind, the sudden warmth of the coffee soaking his suit jolted him out of his lethargy.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he roared, rising to his feet. His clenched fists trembled with anger. "You haven't even been here a month, and you're already doing stupid things!"

The office fell into icy silence before the sound of breaking glass filled the air. The ashtray Ignacio had thrown shattered against the wall.

"Clean it up and get out of my sight," he growled without looking at her, taking off his soaked jacket.

The next day, when he entered his office, he found something unexpected on his desk: a cup of coffee.

No sugar. Just the way he likes it.

He didn't say anything. He just picked it up and sipped silently. After a long moment, Ignacio spoke in a serious, cold tone. "What are my meetings today?"