There was growing tension in the air.
Amanda, the secretary of the Lieself's was nervous.
She rarely was.
The lady was sharp and capable and prided herself on somehow keeping the failing Mafia Ring running even when her boss was so erratic that he looked like he was in need of joining a mental asylum.
Amanda walked fast, her high heels making distinct 'clack' noises on the bare floor.
Drake Lieself was leading the way.
His expression and the general swagger of his body seemed so crazed.
Amanda bit her lip even as her eyebrows joined in a disturbed frown.
From one crazy man to the next? Was that how the Mafia Ring was headed?
Her mind was racing as more and more possibilities in the future flooded her mind.
Amanda had joined the Mafia Ring fairly young.
She had been a teenager looking for a job.
Her mother was a famous prostitute and Amanda did not know her father.