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(Knock knock, door opens)
Mr...Mr Largo? I'm sorry to bother you. I'm sure you're a busy man. I just... I was wondering if I could speak with you sir. If you have a moment.
Well, no I don't think you know me. I mean, I only know you through reputation really. But you do know my husband.
No, he doesn't work for you, I don't think. He one of your...clients, I guess you could say.
Yeah, he comes to the club from time to time, but that's just when he's taking his sales guys out for drinks. He's more of the...betting type. No, don't worry. He didn't tell me anything. I found out on my own.
Well you see, he's always been a bit of the show boat type with his money. Taking people out for drinks or dinners. Trying to shmooze up to his buyers. But he hasn't been selling so much lately. Something about the market changing, or something like that. I mean, he's still been making good money, but maybe not as much as he was used to. Then, I don't know. He was just started getting so stressed it seemed like, and I wanted to find out why.
So, I was doing some digging in his books and I found a ledger...with some notes. You know, numbers and stuff. It said "Pavinni's Pizzeria" on the front, but I know there's no place with that name in this town. So, I looked a little closer and I saw some names. I thought maybe it was more sales stuff, but then I realized that some of the names I recognized. Names I'd heard before...on the radio. They were all boxers, or ball players. And just like that, it hit me. And I knew.
I tried to talk to him about it, but he would just tell me "Don't worry your pretty little head honey." Or "I'll take care of it sweety, this is a man's problem." But now...now he's a wreck, and I just couldn't sit by and watch like that. He says it's a man's problem, but he won't stand up and be a man. I couldn't just let it all happen. I'm a part of it just as much as he is. I had to do something. I had to show him that I'm not the weak little tootsie everyone thinks I am.
So, I guess that's why I'm here. To try and figure out how I might be able to fix this. When I found out it was you sir, I thought...maybe, if I come down here. Maybe we could, come to an arrangement. You know, like maybe I could work at the club. Like a waitress or something. Earn back what he owes you. Something like that.
Why are you laughing at me? What do you mean I would have to work an awful long time? How much does he owe you?