My Mafia Mate
she whispered, an unexpected—although small—smile on her face.
But amidst the jubilation, I still caught a few side-eyes and muted whispers. A handful of colleagues stood at the periphery, their expressions sour. I knew not everyone was thrilled about my newfound approval, but at that moment, I chose not to let it bother me.
Instead, I raised my glass, looking around at the smiling faces. “Thank you, everyone. For the support, for the camaraderie. Today was a win for justice, not just for me. Cheers!”
Bab Populer