Meeting the mafia model

Gianna glanced up and saw Samantha walking into the kitchen. "Huh.... nothing. Just wanted to help her out. She looked tired."

Samantha stood and folded her arms. "Will you like to be an house boy instead?" She asked.

"Huh?"

Samantha nodded. "Yes. An house boy. You will be her assistant. Do you want that?"

Gianna sighed with a smile. "Is that possible?"

Samantha was silent.

"Yes miss Samantha! I will really love that!" Gianna quickly replied.

Layla stared at Gianna feeling miserable. She knew she was the reason why the young lad was taking the job.

"I will get it done then." Samantha said. She looked at Layla and left the kitchen again.

"Wow. Isn't she nice?" Gianna asked and Layla nodded.

"Yes she is but in a strange way."

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Harley sat on his favorite chair in the living room, his hand resting on his lap. One could tell he was in a bad mood that morning as he stared at the TV.

Even though he was staring at the colorful screen, his mind was totally not there. He was lost in thoug