Shape pulled up in the beat-up Volkswagen bug with rust on the bumper. The gray haired gentleman with the hat puffed on his cigar and did not look up from his chess match. "Have a seat," he said. Clearly, there was not a seat to be had, so Shape sat on the ground but not too close to the chess board in the middle of the park. "So, your Mr Reputation, eh?" He let out a small chuckle, obviously not forgetting the comment made during the meeting with The Boss. Shape, showing respect, chose that this was not the time to defend himself or speak about his merits. "Time to show what kind of a reputation you really wanna make for yourself," Summers continued. Shape tilted his head a little and grinned. "I'm always up for that, what you got in mind?" "Small time stuff, warehouse over on Morris street. Need you and couple guys to go over and heist a shipment that will arrive and be stored there. Bastards won't pay us our points so we'll just take the goods instead. Just get a couple crates, enough to let em know we were there, bring those back to me, job pays 20% of the sale of the goods, the rest I'll handle." Shape shook his head in acceptance but then asked "what about Brizotti, what's his take?" Ignoring the petty question about money, Summers put up his hand and pointed at Shape. "There's NO NEED to mention any names out loud." Shape left in his Bug and awaited heist day. 

Summer's Lesson Number 1: Don't talk about the Boss out loud.