The dinner with my secretary, Miss Uriel Hope Knight, was scheduled to happen in thirty minutes. I had to fix everything, but I was bothered at the thought of behaving myself in front of her.
"You look like you swallowed a bullet and gave birth to a grenade, Michael. You keep moving so much that I feel dizzy even if I'm just video calling you. If you don't stop walking back and forth, I'll throw up on your behalf."
Stephanie was nagging me about being too paranoid of the date. This was the first time I went on an actual dinner date that didn't involve the usual flirting or touching. The dinner was only to enjoy each other's company, and try to give hints about the mafia world to Uriel.
"I know that you want her to be part of the mafia world, boss, but you have to avoid being too calcula
