There he was, standing right in front in me. I was filled with joy and excitement. I was finally going to be appreciated for my work, and legitimately earn myself some money for the first time in ten years. I reflected his malicious smile, and pulled out a letter for him.
“For you Sir…” I pretended to read his name on the envelope. “... D’ Ambrosio. A letter from his Holiness himself.” He tore the envelope meticulously, and as he turned his head to read it, I pulled out a burlap sack. “Wrong move, Hugo.”
