The Art if Mafia

window on the second floor of the Siezend Contemporary Art Gallery. Prague was bea

It was hot enough for Abigail to feel

anted to let her know that she was almost at the gallery. Sighing again, Abigail rushed her i

spect, and they headed back upstair

ld a file she had been worki

e," she said to her. She fiddled with her fingers nervously as she watch

the pages, her eyes scann

, Abigail, you have outdone

good that Miss Greenfield was satisfied, but

Unlike now, where she only got to select what customers would buy from what was

d soon after and after signing some papers, she left the

e Alley-wall website to browse their paintings collections. She was searching

gem from the Adelina Greens collection, a co

. And for that reason, the gallery currently has two artworks from the collectio

that if she were able to secure another piece, maybe then her boss would finally entrust her with the task of curat

this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her. If she played he

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savoring the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting from a

d sidewalk as he waited pat

ds. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Drake's choice of beverage, a hot cup of coffee on such a

ng, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I need the e

he leaned in, his voice laced with excit

lips. "Well, he yelled a lot, but he eventually came a

Let's head back and tell the boss about it. The dirt we hav

hey were on. "We don't have to leave right away," he suggested, his smile hesitant. "The view of this street is stunnin

ing aroma of a nearby bakery and filled with the joyful chatter of Drake couldn't help but be captivated by the tran

m a stern look, his tone pedantic. "Drake, you're not supposed to admire other streets. Not when we have Ceovally. You do

id tiredly. "Let's get back then, this place is making me sick" The two friends turned their attention aw

blackmail, and good ol threats. The entire street operated under the iron grip of a criminal organization, a Mafia syndicate that knew no bounds. The mastermind of this empire was a man wh

e Maklin appeared as clean as a whistle, with no damning evidence to condemn him to prison. Belive me the police have searched and tried. But within the realms of the

. His car, which Joe had frowned upon but allowed out of fondness, possessed an understated elegance. It was obviously expensive yet did not draw attention. It

turally imposing, marked by a tall and broad frame. Years of rigorous daily exercises had sculpted his physique, adding layers of muscle to his gigantic and powerful build. With t

ily silent, with only a handful of individuals daring to venture out onto the desolate sidewalk. Among them, a lone man stood puffing

headquarters. As they descended into the subterranean depths of the building, they passed through a concealed hallway, its entrance g

the room revealed itself in an unexpected lavishness and luxury. The walls were painted in a shiny silver tone, bathed in the glow of ample lighting. The decor w

transparent box harboured a formidable stack of cash, a statement of the power wielded within these walls. T

th intricate gold designs. Seated behind it was a man of formidable presence, ensconced in a plush b

aid, "Boss, you look good

inessman called. He's rea

I've got another task for you." He pulled a file