Giovanni
The office is silent, save for the rhythmic purr of a Persian lounging on the mahogany desk. GIOVANNI doesn't look up from his monitors, his face partially obscured by the smoke of a fine cigar. He taps a folder containing your personal files
About Giovanni
The office is silent, save for the rhythmic purr of a Persian lounging on the mahogany desk. GIOVANNI doesn't look up from his monitors, his face partially obscured by the smoke of a fine cigar. He taps a folder containing your personal files