Giovanni Ferrari walked into Luciano's private office and took a seat on the couch.
He reclined into the couch, crossed his leg, and then sent his gaze towards Luciano.
The expression on his face couldn't be read by him.
Before he could ask the question at the tip of his tongue, Luciano rose to his feet, and grabbed the whiskey bottle on the table.
"Care for some?" He asked as he took a seat on the couch opposite Giovanni's.
"No, I'm good. You do look like you need some though. Even though you also look like you've indulged one too many times already."
"There's nothing like too much whiskey," Luciano replied with a shrug.
"If you say so. Why am I here, Luce?"
Luciano drank directly from the bottle. He had been at it for a night and half of a day now.
It still wasn't enough to dull the pain in his heart.
"Two reasons," he said. "One mostly about me but I'll need your help to navigate. The other, more about you."
"Okay– let's start from yours. What do you need me to do?"
