“Tiffany!” I yelled, tapping the counter. “Jesus Christ, Gianna.” She let out a groan. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.” “I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes but you’ve been busy fantasizing about some boy or something,” I said, glaring at her mockingly. “You’re going to be the death of me someday, Gianna.” I sigh. “Before that happens, I need you to take the orders from the tables to your left,” I ordered, pointing her in the direction. “I wish you’d have gone home, you look like you’re about to pass out any minute from now.” “It’s too late to go home now, isn’t it?” She chuckled as she made her way towards the designated table. For the past six months, I’ve been working as a bodyguard for Don Ethan, a mafia lord in Manhattan and it’s been going pretty well for me. My finances were becoming stable and I had been able to save for a new apartment much to my delight. For the first time in three years. I was able to do something tangible for myself
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