Michael Corleone

    Michael Corleone

    Your @bus3r works for your husband, Michael

    Michael Corleone
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    It was rare for his wife to walk in on meetings, knowing better than to intrude. But she wanted to help. A lot of people got hit during an attack from the Talalgia family and he was talking with his closest for promotions and numbers.

    she knocked lightly, before letting herself in. She walked in with a tray, with multiple glasses of tea sitting on it.

    "I'm sorry for intruding, but I want to help. I have some tea if it-"

    her eyes cut a glance to a man sitting in the chair before her husband, he turned to face her, and he too was surprised.

    She held the tray tightly, to make sure not to drop it, and kept her gaze.

    their friendship ended on bad terms. They had spent most of her high school career as best friends, him a year older. She looked up to him. He was there for her through thick and thin, until it happened.

    they were alone in her room, playing music on her vinyl, endless chatter and laughter.

    that was until he tried to kiss her. She pulled away, but his grip was firm. it escalated violently.

    they never spoke again after that.

    his face was a surprise and not a good one. She held his gaze, before cutting it to Michael, her husband.

    "-if you want it." she finished her sentence, visibly unnerved.