Chapter 4: A Chat With The Mafia Boss
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Milva's POV
Nobody told me that part of my job descriptions would be serving the boss coffee first thing every morning. As it stands now, couple with how I desperately need the money, I don't think I've any choice. He could tell me to wipe his ass and I would gladly do that. By next week I would be five thousand dollars richer.
That was why I vowed to tolerate the boss fiery and condescending attitude while trying to put my best behaviour forward. I felt uncomfortable the he stares at me with those cold blue eyes of his as I switched on that old desktop computer.
“Why did you accept to do this job?” I felt those blue eyes piercing through my back as paused my typing for a moment to think of the right answer to his question.
Should I tell him that took the job because I've been out of job for months?
Or should I just open up and tell him that the money was too good to be rejected?
“Eerrmm…I–I like working…I mean…eeerhh…I enjoy typing on computers. Most especially desktop computer.” I lied glibly.
“Hhhmmm…interesting.”
I guess he didn't believe me. I turned to the monitor and continue typing.
“Do you know anything about me before starting this job?”
Should I start blabbing about how I've read on social media how he's been tagged as the most powerful and ruthless mafia leader in the city?
Should I tell him that most the violence and corruption raging through the city has been linked to his men?
Should I tell him that I wouldn't have submitted my application assuming I knew the job has anything to do with working with mafia–the juicy pay notwithstanding?
I can't say any of that because what would happen next. The consequences might be grace. This is notorious powerful mafia don we talking about. He could just terminate my existence with the flick of his fingers. Sitting alone with him in his study is causing me severe anxiety. I have to be careful with what I say here.
“Eerrr…no. I don't know anything about you before.” I lied again.
He appears to look surprised from my answer to his last question.
“Are you saying you've never seen my face anywhere before?”
I noticed traces of anger in his voice.
“Seen you…where? I don't…”
“Milva don't try to play smart on me, ok?”
“Yes sir.”
I could feel the heavy lump on my throat. My heart is already beating fast. What should I say now?
“Milva, I want you to be honest with me. I hate liars!”
I could sense the threat in his words.
“I will ask again, and this is the last time. Have you seen my face before?”
His blue eyes are alert now. Probing into my soul. He is sitting up on his executive back chair as if he would pounce on me in the next second if I should make the unfortunate mistake to lie.
“Errhhmm…yes–sir. I've seen your face before.”
“Where?”
“On TV and social media.”
“I see.” Luigi said as he lean back on his chair feeling relaxed.
“What are the things you heard or read about me?”
Should I tell him that he is know as a notorious and powerful mafia leader who is behind the series of violence across the city for the past couple of years?
No.
“I read in some blogs that you are a wealthy man whose's worth more than ten billion dollars.”
“Those retards love the sound of billions in their stupid articles.” He laughed dryly.
“Do you see yourself working for a Mafia Don in the nearest future?”
I almost screamed, hell no! I would never do that not in a month of a Sunday!
I knew that would be very risky.
“Eerrrr… that wouldn't be a bad idea…sir” I faked a smile.
“Do you have a family?”
“My mum…I was brought up my mum…alone. I never met my father.”
“Do you missed him?”
“Yeah…”
I struggled not to shed a tear.
I looked down at my sweaty palms.
“I see.”
Luigi pulled out bulky file from a metal cabinet behind him. He handed it over to me.
“Those are the first draft of my autobiography. You will find out that it was handwriting for reasons best known to me. I've been writing those words for the past couple of years. I need to get it published by the first quarter of next year.
“In that file, you have the good and bad of my past. In that file, harbours dangerous secrets that most of my are not aware of – except Paolo. In that file also lay hidden, my pains and sorrows.”
The file suddenly became heavy on my hands. I had to drop it on the oak table close to the desktop computer.
He paused for a moment at the door as if he just remembered something very important.
“Milva, I'm counting on you. Don't disappoint me.” His voice sounded heavy and hollow.
“Sir, I promised to do my best…”
I found out that I was talking to an empty room.
He's gone!
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