chapter 13

Christiano

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I was sat in my office, Angelo sat across from me, a glass of scotch in his hand.

"How is the deal going with the Americans?" I asked, picking up the smoking cigarette off the ash tray.

"they want the full shipment by-" he was cut off as Carly entered the room, a disorientated look on her face.

"Sorry to interrupt" an awkward smile tugged at her lips.

"take a seat Carly" I pointed to the other seat next to Angelo. She sat down awkwardly, pushing her blonde hair behind her shoulders. In all of the years I had never seen Carly so awkward, she was always so joyful... but right now she looked as though she had seen a ghost. "What can I help you with?" I stubbed the cigarette out, before leaning forward on the desk.

"well.... Urm... me and the girls.... well we... ya know..."

I knew she was lying to me. When Carly lied her nose twitched slightly and her eyes open fully.

"no i dont know..." Angelo replied for me, taking a sip of his drink.

"ok great..." she chirped.