*Giovani*
Joey Mancinni was a patient young man. That much was clear from the anxious way he tapped the edge of his fingernails on the table he sat at. The seat itself was made of velvet cushioning, and he shifted every few seconds like he couldn’t get comfortable.
The hotel room around him was clearly above his station, and he knew it. With a glorious floor-to-ceiling window view overlooking the massive gardens and lake features of the expensive hotel, Mr. Mancinni hadn’t glanced out at it even once.
He’d taken his seat at the table and ignored the luxury bed and expensive artwork hanging from the walls. He didn’t even search through the drawers where gold jewelry had been planted for him to find.
No, Mr. Mancinni knew his place; that much was evident.
A single night at this hotel was clearly more than he could ever afford, even if he worked for the rest of his life.
