Tony was in his office brooding over documents from his accountant when Livia stormed in. He was taken aback, and a little fearful, although he didn’t know why.
“What are you, Tony Mo-bloody-nelli, doing getting your monkey to question me about who I mix with? What bloody business is it of yours?”
This tiny, beautiful woman stood just five foot tall, but seemed like a mountain to Tony.
“What, what, Livia... what are you on about? I-I-I...” Unusually, Tony stuttered as he struggled for what to say.
“You, you, you... It’s always about bloody you Tony!”