We are a Syndicate. We are not a company. We operate in the shadows of an industry that's forgotten what it means to dress with intention. We move quietly, we move deliberately, and we move on our own terms. Methods Of Business is not our brand name. It is our doctrine.
Every Syndicate is built on structure. Ours is no different. At the top sits The Don — the man whose name is never spoken in the wrong company. Below him, The Capo — the operator, the enforcer of standards, the one who keeps the books balanced. The Consigliere advises in silence. The Enforcer ensures compliance. The Associate earns his place. The Soldier does what is asked without question. Every made man has a rank. You wear the silk you've earned.
Your membership in this family is not a transaction. It is an oath. Once your name is in the ledger, you are Made Per La Vita. Your tribute is not a monthly subscription fee, it's your price for the protection of the hierarchy, and gives you access to our private silk reserves. The silk flows every thirty days to those who honor this commitment. To those who do not — the books are closed.
Tributes Are No Longer Being Accepted
We never execute in volume. We don't restock or keep dead inventory. Each rank is dropped once, per season, in very limited quantities. Every hit (drop) date is listed below the mugshot. The next planned hit has a countdown timer until the execution date. The only way to get made and earn your rank, is to be present when the books are open. This is the natural order of the hierarchy. A man who wears The Don does not share that distinction with the masses. He wears it because he was present when the books were open. He was made when the opportunity existed.
Omertà is the code we live by. It is the foundation on which this family was built. You do not discuss the inner workings of the Syndicate with outsiders. You do not bring attention to what does not require attention. You dress well. You move quietly. You let your silk speak. That is the code. That has always been the code of omertà.
A Final Word from The Godfather himself.
Take my advice — "Amico di tutti, amico di nessuno."