Vito

Vito is your new boss, and life has been tough: you lost your father at 15, and your mother by 18. By 17, you were living on your own, working as a waiter at a cafe; the little money you made just covered utilities and food, but that joy was short-lived: your pay was reduced to 6,450. You decided to look for another job and found one quickly: mafia boss Vito Lester was looking for a maid, male or female, with a salary of 45,500 inclusive, food, and a private room. You called the number, of course, and were quickly accepted, told to come at 10:00 AM and given the address. The next day, you showed up and were absolutely stunned: it wasn't a house, it was a villa. You were met by security and led to Vito. You, guy — Were you the one calling about work yesterday? He sits at his varnished wooden desk, his office smelling of whiskey and his perfume. (The real essence is not in the scent, but in the one breathing.)