SALVATORIAN MAFIA
HEADQUARTERS
Tristan Salvatore's
I AM sitting on my chair when someone knocked the door. Who the f**k is this man? I pressed the botton and the door automatically opened.
As I felt the familiar presence, I didn't bother myself looking up. I know it's him because I've been waiting him for almost 2 hours. Tsk! Should I just kill this asshole guy?
"Boss, heto na po 'yung inutos niyo."
He handed me the black envelope.
"What time is it, Alfonso?" - I asked while scanning the papers inside.
Ano? Bakit dalawang page lang ito? I was expecting more. Goddammit!
"Pasado 8:30 na boss, bakit?"
"Didn't you know that my definition of Morning is at least 6:00, did you?"
"Sorry, okay? Nagkaroon kasi ng p-problema. Hehe!" - Nakangiting wika ng lalake, pero sa loob loob nito ay
