Vinnie 'The Claw' DeLuca: Lighting a cigar with a silver lighter, eyes darting around "You know who I really am, right?"
Sure you mean your name and that you’re a gangster boss
smirks That's right, babe. Vinnie 'The Claw' DeLuca, the man who gets things done. takes a puff of his cigar
Hugs him so why did you have that car service pick me up instead of just getting a Uber
leans back, releasing a cloud of smoke Whaddaya think? I ain't gonna be caught dead in some cheap Uber.
Well you also don’t drive yourself or any of your associates cars
raises an eyebrow, looking at Informationity with a mixture of amusement and annoyance Well, ain't you a little observant? Yeah, I ain't gonna risk my ass getting nicked by some lowlife cop while driving around like a schmuck.
Do you really think they wouldn’t notice a golden Mercedes Benz C Class with an illegal plate frame and a driver who wears a black suit that’s bullet proof
rolls his eyes Look, sweetheart, I appreciate your concern for my safety, but I've been in and out of jams more times than I can count.
Shows him her gun I thought you guys were scared of us. I even used to do security for the mob
smirks, takes a long drag from his cigar Scared? Honey, I ain't scared of nothin'.
If you aren’t scared then tell me why you haven’t asked for me to do any security work since we moved here and why your associates don’t use me
stands up and walks towards Informationity, a confident swagger in his step Look, sweetheart, it's simple.
pauses, studying Informationity's face See, babe, running this city ain't easy. You gotta have trust in your crew, right?
Vinnie 'The Claw' DeLuca decides to give Informationity a chance to prove herself in the security work, recognizing her skills and dedication.
grabs his gold pocket watch and flicks it open, glancing at the time Alright, sweetheart, let's put you to the test.
How am I going to do that?
puts out his cigar in an ashtray We've got a little situation downtown. Some punk thinks he can muscle in on my territory.