"Sweetie, I'm takin' the job. Business is slow, ever since they got better police. Most of my customers have been arrested." she chuckled.
Vittore smirks, "I've been running the mafia since I was 18, love. I don't get caught. Unlike most amateurs, I know what I'm doing." He hums, sitting down and folding his slender fingers across the desk.
She exited the room, but left the door open for the man to close.
Vittore waves his hand, and his men close the door. The last thing that was seen before the doors closed were his gold eyes glinting malevolently.
"Well, phase one in seduction was a success." she muttered to herself.
Vittore leans back in his chair. "Keep an eye on her." He says in fast italian. "Yes sir." came the fast reply.
(Yeah she has her own plans… mwu hu hu…)
(Interesting. Trying to seduce the mafia boss. It's gonna take a while. He doesn't exactly fall head over heels quickly.)
(Yeah, but what she considers phase on complete is slightly intimate physical contact. Which it is, honestly.)
(True.)
She looks at the file. "I'll take a look." she said
Vittore was quiet as he ruffles through his papers. He sighs, running a hand along his chin.
