THE MAFIA BOSS WENT COMPLETELY STILL WHEN A LITTLE GIRL ENTERED HIS MANSION AND SAID, “MY MOM COULDN’T COME TODAY…”

reflected in this resume was different.

It was silent.

It was humiliating.

It was the kind that straightened its clothes, polished its shoes, and begged without surrendering its dignity.

“Where is your mother now?” Lucas asked.

“At home.” Emma’s eyes briefly drifted toward the whiskey bottle on his desk before quickly moving away, as though staring at it continue reading …