Page 45 of Giovanni the Savage

I dip my fingers into my pocket and retrieve my flash drive, the same flash drive I got in my mail today from Victor. My hands are shaky when I insert it into the port and click on transfer. I copy the files into the flash and click “yes” as the files begin transferring.

It takes forever to move from four percent, and I want to pull my hair in frustration because I've already been here for thirty minutes.

My fingers drum impatiently on the table, and they touch a lone key. Without thinking, I take the key and knowingly insert it into the lock in his drawer.

Unfortunately, it doesn't click open as expected, and I return the key and keep scanning his system. The transfer finally gets to a hundred percent, and I click on the next folder.

American Mafia Investigation.

I'm almost suspicious at how obvious the name is, but then again, he didn't exactly expect his assistant to go through his files.

This file is a collection of pictures, documents, and files of the American Mafia. The information has been extracted so far from the American Mafia, and there's also a spreadsheet detailing their moves to counter.

"Okay, how fast can this go?"

It's a lot of files, and I'm hoping I still have time. I select and automatically drop the entire folder into the flash drive, and the transfer starts painfully slowly.

"Come on." I groan like the flash drive can hear me.

I'm panicked by the realization that I have twenty minutes to be done and out of here. To pass the time, I lean on the desk, and that's when I see another key underneath some files. I take the key and open another drawer, which clicks open.

"Perfect," I whisper and start looking inside.

There's nothing but a stack of pictures, and I turn the pictures over to see a bunch of tough looking guys. But with one similar feature, the tattoo.

I don't know how useful this will be to Victor, but while the transfer is still at seventy percent, I take pictures of the hard copies with my phone and immediately forward them to him.

There's also a blueprint there, I snap that too. It's confusing, so I don't bother scrutinizing it and assume Victor will know what it is.

The transfer finally hits ninety percent, and that's when I hear footsteps approaching the hall.

"Fuck, fuck!" I groan, carefully drop the pictures and blueprint back, then shut the drawer, locking it and replacing the key.

How are they done with the meeting so early?

My time tells me I still have fifteen minutes more, but reality tells me I'll be caught if I'm not out of here in five.

A low ping sounds when the transfer is complete, and I pull out my flash drive from the port and tuck it in my breast frantically.

Sweat is beading on my forehead, and different scenarios are forming in my head. The disappointment on his face when he realizes what I'm doing and then the inevitable anger.

I can't leave the office unnoticed, so I fall back on my plan B.

Just as I round his desk, the door clicks open, and Giovanni is standing in the doorway.

"Good afternoon, sir," I greet.

His eyes flit around for a second before landing on me. My heart squeezes at the slight smile on his face when he sees me.

He shuts the door and strides towards me.

"Luna," he calls softly.

He doesn't ask why I'm here, which means he doesn't suspect a thing, but it only makes my mouth bitter with guilt.

"The meeting ended early," I note, inhaling his scent.

"Yeah. There was not much to do anyway. But I'll hop on a Zoom call later in the day."

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