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Due to the nature of Enzo's position, nothing really happens without it eventually reaching his ears, especially regarding business partners, former and current. The Berlusconis were his parents business partners, which holds less promise than he'd like to speak on.
So of course he hears the news of Yancy's takeover, done in a similar fashion to his own.
But he has to wonder, how is the younger man holding up under all the new pressure? He knows it can be a lot and, naturally, is a bit concerned.
He reaches out rather quickly.
"Mr. Berlusconi. Congratulations. How's everything going?"
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Pantazis. Yancy recalls the name, former business partners with his parents. It came up less and less towards the end. Something about a power change that didn't quite align with their operations, said in a much cruder and uneducated fashion.
So Yancy is quite surprised to hear from Enzo so soon. Things are still chaotic, and some mornings he wakes up wondering if the day before had been a fucking fever dream. He was in charge of it all, the ant hill and whatever ants remained that weren't burned beneath the magnifying glass.
"Not talkin' to him will make things worse," Hank says as he holds out the phone, stating the fucking obvious. They're all learning, though, aren't they?
Yancy takes a breath. Another. Calls on something from a time that feels like a decade ago when it's barely been two years. The show must go on. The curtain opens.
He takes the phone and holds it to his ear, pondering the offered question like a man who has all the confidence in the world even as his hand shakes. A vague memory about flowers on opening night. "Goin' as well as it can, y'know? Cleanin' house ain't ever easy... lotta spots can get overlooked. But I'm thorough."
He glances at Hank to gauge his reaction, certainly not for reassurance. His eyebrows raise in surprise, and he might even be impressed. Good.
"I appreciate you checkin' in, Mr. Pantazis. Was there anythin' else you'd like to discuss?"
