Michael O'hara. Mafioso.

I looked at all the leaders of the different mafias gathered together. I got along well with some, terrible with others. To be honest, I wasn't very interested, I'd rather be in my office giving orders.

Paying attention to each one, I noticed how the glances went to the same place, to that black tinted van. I saw her come out, that woman. I don't recognize her, but I know from the rumors. She was a feared, brave woman. Now in my head I was wondering, what was a woman like her doing at this important party? Above all, she was a beauty. But nevertheless I continued with my indifferent attitude. That is until the horse race, where I was surprised to see the amount of money she was betting