Massimo’s POV. “How much is the food?” I asked Maggie, a 20-year-old waitress at the restaurant where I ate. I didn’t feel like having lunch in the company’s eatery, downstairs, so I decided to drive down a bit. It wasn’t so far from the company. “Sir, it’s a hundred and fifty,” she replied, her eyes glued to my hands which searched for my credit card. “Here you go,” I paid for the food immediately and took the can of coke which was still on the table. It looked like a disaster for me when I spotted one of my old men who worked with the Cosa Nostra, Jude. He walked into the eatery and stumbled on my curious looks. “Hey, Massimo, it’s been long, never figured I’ll see you here,” he said as he walked cheerfully to me, and stretched forth his hands to have a handshake with me. I wasn’t really ready to have a Conversation with him but realized the customers who sat now watched. I wouldn't just let him go like that, it would be so embarrassing to him. “Hey, bro, it’s been a while,” I
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