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“Awww, Henry, you must know I wanted to work for you.”
“Of course you did. I am awesome.”
I chuckle. “Yes.”
“But I fucked with Corrado when I hired you.” He pushes the ice around in the bag.
“No, you didn’t, Henry. I wanted the position you originally offered and not as an independent contractor, not so soon, anyway. I need a mentor, someone who will show me the ropes. Gah, some days, I want to shake him!” I look around. “Where are his cameras?”
Evans leans forward on his elbows. “Corrado called me and asked me as a friend to help you set up your business. I promised him I would, but then you came around asking for an advance. I remembered what you told me during the interview, and I couldn’t say no to you. But I should have. You are Corrado’s wife.”
I want to correct him. I do, and yet I’m afraid Corrado will kill him if he knows I’m only his wife on paper. Instead of being the cause of Evans’s demise, I point to his face. “I’m sorry about your eye.”
Evans waves it off. “No big deal. This isn’t the first or last time Corrado and I get into a fight.”
“No?”
“Nah. I barely got out alive when he found out I banged his sister.”
“Oh no.” I cover my mouth.
Evans smirks. “Oh yeah. You see how it could’ve been a lot worse.”
Corrado could’ve asked him to jump from the window. “If there’s anything I can do for you…” I pause, waiting to see if he’ll say there is something.
“Stay on your end of the bargain with Corrado. You work for you. Here.” Evans stretches his arm behind him and reaches the library that serves as an office partition, giving him some semblance of privacy. He picks out two books and hands them to me. “Those will help. For the rest, I’ll have my new secretary type something up for you. You are going to the event this weekend?”
“Corrado mentioned an event, yes.”
“During the event, scope out clients and try to get at least one interested party willing to have you work on their space. I’ll provide instructions for the rest. How to manage them, what to say, and most importantly, how to close your first deal with a high profit margin.”
“You don’t have to do all that.”
“It’s the least I can do. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see about resting my eyes.”
Evans throws the towel back over his face.
“At least let me wet it for you.”
“Michela Mancini, you will not wet a single thing of mine.”
“I meant the towel.”
He chuckles. “Cameras, remember?”
Evans is dismissing me gently, but I linger, curious about this one thing. “Hey, Corrado called you his soldier.”
There’s a long pause before Evans answers. “We served together.”
“That’s what he said, but I feel like there’s more to it. Is there?”
Evans shrugs. “Better ask him.”
“I doubt he’d tell me.”
“Then he doesn’t trust you.”
“Ouch.”
