I was scared, of course. The man with the strange name, thick accent and threatening presence had all the right traits of a mafia boss. Even the gun pointing from his belt spoke volumes. I didn’t cowar. I was just doing my job.
I looked at the papers spread around me, fluttering in the wind. A earshot away, Daniel’s butler leaned casually against his car. He looked at me like I wasn’t worth his time. I wasn’t worth wearing out the sole on his italian leather shoes.
This was obviously a test. Daniel had put me to the test.
I had to tackle this bear.
This delivery run was turning out to be more than I bargained for. This was not worth the overpriced car I couldn’t use not to raise suspicions.
“Olavo, yes?”
The brute looked down on me.
“Yes, small lady, I am Olavo. And you tell Daniel
