How She Was Able To Steal His Wallet Right Under His Nose
“Who missed me!” Victor, Marcel’s consigliere finally returned from his exile, no, break abroad. Since the boss himself had issued his return, he had been expecting a warm return.
So when he arrived at the airport without a single lackey there to give him a grand gesture, he had thought perhaps that Marcel was planning a surprise party at the base. However, when he returned – home sweet home- he was treated to a solemn atmosphere instead.
Victor stood at the front door with his arms in the air awkwardly; he had made an epic entrance.
“Hey,” His hand fell to the side awkwardly, “Why are you guys doing this to me? Who died?” Victor thought he returned on the funeral day of whoever died.
He wasn’t even worried about Marcel, t
