The Italian Job Game の小説・ストーリー

“If it’s not about him, then what is it? Lucia, think about Leonardo. Gusto Group has always been Marchesi Group’s biggest rival. And now you—” Lucia cut her off coldly. “Are you the one who wanted to talk to me, or is it both of you?” She had never thought it worth competing with Lorenza. There was no point. Leonardo fell silent, then said, “Lorenza, give us a moment.” Lorenza hesitated but forced a smile. “Alright.” Once she left, Leonardo spoke again. “Work isn’t a game. Do you even have the qualifications? What’s the point of working now?”

Immediately, my hands curl into fists in his shirt, and I press closer, words tumbling from my lips in an aggressive, almost terrified rush. "It wasn't me. You know that, right? I mean…" I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to look him in the eye as I say the next thing. "It was Dante, Massimo. He… he told me that there was… a job that he wanted me to do." I bite my lip, looking up at him meaningfully, grateful when the glint of recognition in his eyes tells me that I don't have to elaborate further. "I didn't want to. Something seemed fucking off. And I didn't have Luca, and you weren't around, and he wouldn't even give me the time to message you and find out if it was all o

“Fuck you. I’m not playing any games. Unlike you people, I’m doing an honest job. Don’t ever contact me again.” I ended the call and put my head on my desk. Clearly it had something to do with Ricardo Sanguin. After all, he was the only Italian bloke I knew. My phone beeped indicating a text and I read it while my head was still leaning on the edge of my desk and my view was of my office floor.

“You have no idea.” “No idea about what?” Valentina inquires, appearing right behind us with a plate of small chops. “How wonderful it is to be surrounded by loved ones,” Giovanni responds. “That’s a lie. He’s lying,” I confess before trying to distract her from the topic. “Grab your partners because we are about to play a game,” Chiara announces. I hold onto Valentina while everyone looks for a partner, screaming in excitement. “You all will be handed a bag of plastic blocks. You have to build this house on the placard in my hands as instructed by the manual. The first set of group to finish takes home a new Maserati, courtesy of Mrs. Matteo.”

His blond hair caught the afternoon light, stormy blue eyes but always so calm , small mole beneath his right eye lending him a thoughtful air. “Jamie, we just graduated. We need to look for jobs not plan trips?” Jamie stopped mid-step, hands on his hips, and grinned crazily. Lucas sighed. “Jobs? Who needs that anyways. Listen three months in Italy before we start corporate life, before we’re chained to emails and meetings and… and spreadsheets.” He flopped onto the floor beside Lucas, nudging him with his shoulder. “You remember what spreadsheets feel like, right? The soul-crushing kind?”

Leon, the masculine guy and Enzo, tall and skinny, bowed upon seeing me getting off my Lamborghini. "Boss! Buongiorno! (Good morning)" they both chimed in. "Buongiorno!" I answered back. "Com'è andato il funzionamento dei peluche? (How's the operation of the stuffed toys?)" we spoke in Italian most of the time, for there was some confidential information we couldn't just disclose with the female workers. These workers had no idea that me, their boss, was a mafia leader. They had no idea that the stuffed toys they made had illegal drugs stuffed inside.

Don't ask me how I got it, I thought it'll be handy and here it is. " Hello? Who is this?" A cold, thick voice answered at the other line. " Hi, this is Tricia. " " Yes? What can I do for you?" " I need you to do something for me." " And what is that?" Taking a deep breath, I gave him all the details concerning Natalie. " When do you want this done?" " Tomorrow night. Don't fail me." I warned. " Ah... we won't. Jobs like this are fun."

But then he jerked back, breathing heavily, muttering something under his breath in Italian. Coward. “You think this is a game,” he said after a moment, voice low and dangerous. “You’re tough now, but when the boss comes in, you’ll wish it was just me.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ve met your type before. You bark, you beat, and then you break. I’m not scared of you. Or your boss.” He stared at me like he was trying to decide whether to strangle me or laugh. Then, suddenly, he let out a short, bitter chuckle and began pacing again. “You got spirit, I’ll give you that,” he said. “Shame it won’t last.”

My fingers shook slightly and my heart skips a bit as I wait for him to take it. He stares at my hand before looking back up at me. He grabs my hand quickly and pulls me closer to himself. “Listen, Tesoro.” He says with a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “I hired you to help me schedule my meetings and help me run things around the house, not to spend every walking moment to stare at me all day with drool hanging from your mouth like a lovesick puppy. Whatever Luca told you is absolute bullshit, so go do your job by bringing me bottled water. Be fast about that too. I don't tolerate incompetence.” (Italian Translation: sweetheart)

“I think I should drive…” “Arghh!…I’m okay Beverly!”, she took a deep breathe, "You're only allowed to work with the tool you chose, unless you won't get any points" "I don't really get what you mean..." "Like I mentioned, the game is a man hunt sort of thing....Whatever body part appears after you 'start game' is what you'll have to find and scan into the game!" Her words sounded like a joke me, couldn't help but chuckle.