*Giovani*

Joey Mancinni was a patient young man. That much was clear from the anxious way he tapped the edge of his fingernails on the table he sat at. The seat itself was made of velvet cushioning, and he shifted every few seconds like he couldn’t get comfortable.

The hotel room around him was clearly above his station, and he knew it. With a glorious floor-to-ceiling window view overlooking the massive gardens and lake features of the expensive hotel, Mr. ...