DAMIAN
As planned, before midday, my schedule has been cleared and I have finished the tasks for the day. I updated Sicily's paycheck and he gifted me two cars which according to him is his means of appreciation.
I don't ask that of him but he does them willingly. Not only are they cars, but they are limited editons as well, specially customized to my taste.
I had Sydney and Andros take it home while I rounded things up at the port and greased some hands.
Currently, I'm seated in the private VIP lounge in one of Zoran's pubs waiting for his arrival. I'm irritated that he stood me up when our meeting is supposed to be an hour ago.
I take a sip from my glass, eyes studying my watch for the umpteenth time. Where is the man who instilled in me the discipline of being early?
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