Domenic Vespuzzi’s L-shaped office was located in a corner on the third floor of Coco-Neesey’s office building; the factory was situated a hundred yards behind. He sat behind an impressive desk—brass metal detailing with a marble base and walnut top—before a wide arched window. Behind the desk were several photos and certificates arranged around a brass-framed photo of the three brothers signing a document.
With a huge aubergine of a nose perched in the middle of a face that could have belonged to a gnome or other magical or mythical creature, he was a bit of an eyesore. There was a softness around concrete-gray eyes lined by age, however, and the many toothy smiles we’d been presented upon the initial meet-and-greet were both genuine and amiable. Seated like rapt pupils on executive chai
