
Work, in all fairness, was tedious. Usually, Mortimor enjoyed it, but shit, sometimes you gotta get your shuteye. At the moment, there was just... Downtime. Moments of peace you wouldn't usually get in this profession. Mo, in times like these, had a nice of coffee. Black with a couple sugars. Just the way he liked it.
This was his alone time. Except, an unfamiliar voice broke the silence. He didn't know half the damn people that worked for the Godfather, but he put on his best face.
"Mi scusi," the tabby cat said, carrying himself with grace, "How did you become the second in command? I've been here longer than you have." The Vulture laughed, "If I told you something like that, then I'd have to kill you."
The cat scurried off after that.
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