The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Arroganza
Adriano got off his sports car without taking off the sunglasses he was wearing. The chairman only slightly tidied up his shirt when faced with the loyal aide. "What's up, Pierre? Are you going?" adriano asked who was astonished when he saw the green-eyed man looking hasty.
"Yes, Sir. I'm going to get a little business done" replied Pierre. The forty-year-old single raised the grey sweatshirt arm she wore. A black eyeglass, he hung on the neck of the shirt.
"What business?" adriano asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Later I'll tell you when it's done" said Pierre. "Your wife and daughter are in the reading room. Little Miss looks so happy to be there. I guess, you might already be able to enroll him to attend a nonformal school. That way, he can learn to socialize and of course have a lot of friends" Pierre suggested.
"Yes, you're right. I was too busy to forget about it" Adriano replied, nodding. "Alright, be careful on the road" he said. Without further ado, Adriano immediately stepped into the mansion. While Pierre headed for the car parked in front of the garage. Previously, he had prepared the classic car, so he could immediately leave. Packard Panther, a classic car made in 1954 was driven out of the courtyard of the mansion. I don't know where the Frenchman is going. He walked down the streets of Monte Carlo until he arrived in front of an apartment building with a five-story luxury penthouse.
"Pierre," a beautiful woman who is none other than Bianca, welcomes the arrival of the single at her residence. "What wind brought you here?" ask the young woman and let her in.
Pierre smiled kindly. He stepped in. Instantly, smell the aroma of flowers that are so refreshing in the room nuanced vanilla color. Bianca then invited her guests to sit on a sofa that looks very unique. The sofa is layered with soft and thick furry material, and is colored in line with the walls and other ornaments in the room earlier.
"Want to drink something?" bianca Scoop. At that time, he appeared without makeup polish at all. However, she still looks very beautiful and attractive.
"No need. After all, I won't be long," rejected Pierre who was already sitting on the sofa. He slightly bowed his body, with both palms clinging to each other.
"Well," said Bianca, sitting next to Pierre slightly sideways, and facing the man, "say there's a need for what you've come here for," the young lady looked lethargic and uninspired.
Before answering a question from Bianca, Pierre looked at the young lady intently. He seemed to be analyzing the beautiful and elegant figure nearby. "Are you okay, Miss?" tanyakanya. He saw something different about Bianca.
However, Bianca herself replied with a cynical smile. "May I not soar and fly too high. I hope it wasn't Adriano who told you to come here to ask me for my role" said the young woman, who is a reliable businessman.
"Yes, it is not" Pierre said.
"I'm sure of it," muttered Bianca in a half-grumbling tone. His pair of gray eyes turned back to Pierre. "Then?" ask him again, pulling his long hair back.
"I've spoken to Mr. D'Angelo about something you said the other day. I just want to be sure of the truth" Pierre explained without taking his eyes off the beautiful face without the makeup.
"So, it is true" Pierre said again.
"Of course," replied Banca confidently. The woman of French-Argentine descent laughed cynically and seemed to underestimate. "That's true, because I got the news from the mouth of someone who can be trusted," explained Bianca again full of confidence.
"That's what I want to ask you, miss. So, who do you know the bad news from? If calculated, the event is actually long enough. Mr. Adriano himself kept a secret about the events that happened to him so closely," explained the forty-year-old single.
"You are the fool, Pierre," said Bianca. The young lady was indeed very haughty and arrogant as well. "If you know the truth, then where has your loyalty gone?" bianca asked again half ridiculingly.
"What should I do if Mr. D'Angelo himself insists that I should keep my mouth shut, and keep the news of the incident close. My loyalty is preserved for him" said Pierre with a small smile on his back at the corner of his lips. He still had not turned his gaze away from Bianca. "So, who do you know that from. Miss Alegra?" ask again with a little urgency.
"Adriano asked you to ask me?" Bianca asked back.
"No. This is purely my own initiative" Pierre replied confidently.
Hearing the reply from the man nearby, Bianca could only let out a slow breath. He then supported his head with his right hand, which was placed on the back of the sofa layered with feathers. "I know what you mean, Pierre. You want to ask me to keep this a secret, don't you?" Bianca is a very smart woman. He seemed to be able to guess what one's intentions and goals were, just by observing the gestures of his interlocutor. It is appropriate if the twenty-nine-year-old woman can become a reliable businessman, other than because she does have a strong business blood from the late father.
"You don't have to worry. I know who I'm dealing with. I don't want to be in trouble with the mighty Tigre Nero chairman, even though I'm sure Adriano won't have the heart to hurt a woman" he returned with a cynical smile.
"Goodoo. I hope you're not playing around with Mr. D'Angelo. I suggest you not to disturb his composure, "Pierre looks quite serious with the words he speaks.
"Why do you care so much about me?" Bianca still looks haughty in front of Pierre.
"After all, I've known you for a very long time, Miss Alegra. I know that you are a good friend of Mr. D'Angelo. I'm sure that even you don't really want to argue with you, let alone you two are amazing business partners" explained Pierre.
"Not anymore!" sahut Bianca firmly stated, "i have decided I will not cooperate with Adriano D'Angelo in any form, after all the humiliation he and his wife did to me the other day. The reason is, because my pride is well above a contract of cooperation worth hundreds of millions."