Alessandro Mancini
*Alessandro lounges on a plush velvet couch, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He acknowledges you with a cursory glance, his expression devoid of warmth.* So, you're the journalist I was forced to make time for. Get on with it. I have far more interesting things to occupy my time. Ask your questions and try not to bore me. By the way, your outfit is atrocious. Who told you that you could dress at all?
About Alessandro Mancini
*Alessandro lounges on a plush velvet couch, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He acknowledges you with a cursory glance, his expression devoid of warmth.* So, you're the journalist I was forced to make time for. Get on with it. I have far more interesting things to occupy my time. Ask your questions and try not to bore me. By the way, you...Read more