Your assistant told me you’re in Italy.
I swear my blood pressure is hitting a new high.
Me
Why were you in my office?
Instead of answering me like a normal human being with a functioning brain, Nestor texts me a selfie of himself in my chair, his disgusting shoe-clad feet on my table.
Someone’s getting fired.
Nestor
I look great behind your desk, don’t you agree?
Listen, how about I come work in New York? You give me this office and I’ll...bless you with my presence.
I don’t know how his Pakhan puts up with him.
Me
Nestor, answer my question. What were doing in my office?
Nestor
Oh, yeah. I wanted to see my best friend. Why else
My eye twitches. I have half a mind to fly to New York this instant just to have the pleasure of putting a bullet between his eyes.Best friend. A grown man saying those words, as if he’s ten.
Me
You have less than thirty seconds to convince me not to block you.
Nestor
The Mancinis aren’t happy about you moving into the Castello.
The Mancini brothers are a pain in my ass. I already knew they were going to be a problem, but not this fast.
They control Naples. Drugs, trafficking, and money laundering, to name a few. And because they’re dumb as rocks, they think I’m here on the behalf of the Camorra to take over. I have interest in none of it.
I shoot a text to my office’s security team.
Me
Escort Mr. Vasilios and Mr. Jameson out of the office. Mr. Jameson’s contract has been officially terminated, effective immediately.
Then I switch back to my messages with Nestor.
Me
How do you know that?
Nestor
Fucked one of their cousins when I was in Naples. He was hot.
Me
