Simon uncoiled himself from the chair, rising to his full height of five-foot-nothing to coolly observe his inventus. “Oh? Am I to be included in your schemes now, Wolfgang? Tres merveilleux! I’ve been deemed worthy of such an honor. C’est des conneries… casse-toi…” Our Mafia Queen then stomped off in the direction of Wolfy’s office, muttering in agitated French and leaving our leader to close his eyes and sigh. Ziggy barked a laugh. “Oh, Simon’s definitely one of ours—without a doubt. How about I give you some pointers once we’re done ensuring no one kills each other, hmm?”
