Enchanting the Mafia Don
Last I checked, I was his assistant, not his fucking slave and he could not order me to do shit!
“Damn him!” I yelled, slamming my fist into the steering wheel. If I killed him tonight, It was all his fucking fault. How one man was so annoying was beyond me!
The earpiece stuck in my ear and hidden under my hair buzzed and sighing deeply, I tapped on it.
“We’re in position,” Frederick muttered. “We have eyes in all departments. The catering company, the Lights and sound system department, the ushers, the staff, and the security department. If anything shady goes on, I’m fairly certain we should be able to pick up on it.”
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