“Mister… may I eat with you?” the maid’s three-year-old daughter asked Julian Hale, the wealthy mafia boss whose name could silence an entire room
Amara.My housekeeper Grace’s three-year-old daughter.She stared at me for several seconds.“Mister?”“Yes?”Her eyes moved from my plate to the empty chairs.“May I eat with you?”One of my guards actually shifted forward.Before he could move, Grace came… “Mister… may I eat with you?” the maid’s three-year-old daughter asked Julian Hale, the wealthy mafia boss whose name could silence an entire room









