The sun was rising when Gus woke up from the guest room he stayed in on the far side of the second floor at the Morelli estate.
After being assured that everything was under control, he allowed himself a few hours of sleep before continuing his diligence that day.
The old driver showered and got into his usual clothing. Except on those days, he wore a white button-up without a suit jacket. There was no point in getting too gussied up considering he didn't have millionaires to drive anywhere. Yet he was still put together enough to hold up to his old gangster standard.
Everyone in the mafia dressed well. It was their way of blending in with the higher classes. It was hard to distinguish mafia foot soldiers from regular office workers. The spaces they occupied because of their wealth also normally had nicer dress codes.
