I glared at the Italian man sitting before me, his belly almost protruding out of his suit. He had two women sitting on either side of him. They had very short dresses and it bothered me how much he liked that.

I bounced my leg up and down in impatience. He was completely ignoring me and it was starting to anger me. I sighed loudly.

“Mister Falcone. Answer my question already, will you? Have you or any of your employees sold anything to young customers?” I asked again.

He scoffed in annoyance, making my eye twitch. Was he treating me like a nuisance? He dropped a record of everything bought at his club on the table separating us.

Just as I was about to reach for them, a woman in a silk, white dress walked in. She carried a tray of champagnes with her. She was gorgeous.