The Mafia Boss Saw One Envelope-and Everything Changed

much are you owed?”

She hesitated.

Fear and humiliation fought each other in her eyes.

“It’s fine.”

“No,” Marcus said.

“It isn’t.”

Tony was already hurrying over, wiping one hand on his slacks.

“Is there some problem?” he asked, his voice coated in false warmth.

“How much?” Marcus repeated.

Sophia stared at the floor.

“Six weeks.”

Tony cut in.

“Payroll issue.

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