Anton stepped into Roman's office as the head man's eyes slowly veered to him over the laptop. The crime boss didn't seem too pleased with the intrusion as he slowly closed the computer while crossing his hands in front of him, letting out an annoyed breath.
"Don't you ever knock, Anton?"
His friend laughed as he jumped and landed flat of his back on the couch in the room, stretching his arms behind his head with a satisfied grin. "Why are you worried about it, anyway? Are you in here watching porn and jerking off? Did I interrupt your naughty time. You know they say you'll go blind doing that."
"No, asshole. I was working on this new night club events. The event coordinator sent me some great ideas for some promotion. I'm really excited about this project."
"Well, I'll be damned. You're really trying to go legit, aren't you? The great Roman D'Amico is going soft on us."
