“Jesus, do you call this a breakfast? Fuck you, Momo. Go get us real food.”

I mean, how can you seriously think of ways of manipulating the market when the first thing they want to put on your body is a glass of orange juice and two whole bran cookies?

As he does what he must do to find us a better start of the morning I diagonally go through the morning newspapers.

First headline  says 'GODFATHER COUNCIL OVER' and then 'POLLO TAKES OVER THE UNDERWORLD' in the other. Business as usual.  The natural course of things. Besides this fact these could only be called news  for the other 99% of the human beings. I guess news travel in a faster fashion within the mob. Before the sun went down everyone who was anyone knew who the new guy in charge was.

“Does this work?”  Momo asks as he shuts the door behind him, flashing a bunch of donuts in one hand and coffee in the other.

“Now we’re talking”

500 calories later I grab the phone next to me and ask the operator to connect me to @Magda in Hollywood.

"Phone's for you, Boss.  It's Fifi."  Cal handed the phone to Magda.

"Fifi you old so and so... how the fuck are you?  Glad to hear you're still alive and kicking!  Shit, one fuck of night out here in the City of Angels.  What's new?  What's up?  Tell me you're calling because you got the next big idea that is going to make us ass tons of cash."