"Driving this baby will make heads turn." says the salesman. His greedy eyes glare at the well dressed women. A fast tongue quickly moistens his dry lips before showing a pricey chiclet smile that cost him almost a years salary."She's ah real beauty isn't she?"
"Thanks, but save the spiel. I already have a newer model collecting dust in my garage. I'm here to see my uncle Nick Cucci.
"Mr. Cucci is your uncle?" The salesman's voice has a quiver in his high pitched voice, he quickly adjusts his classic vintage silk tie that matches his London taylored suit.
"What are you a parrot?" The lady takes a deep breath and pauses a moment. "Please go tell my uncle I'm here, and that I need to speak to him right away. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, of course. He's in a meeting right now and ask not to be disturbed."
"What's your name?"
"Tony. Tony Giacamozzi."
"Haven't been here long have you Tony?" The woman runs her hand over the showroom car's rear fender, her red polished nails and high heel shoes are shade darker than the convertible roadster's flashy paint job.
"A couple of months." he said.
"You're cute Tony, and if you're smart, you'll run along and tell my uncle I'm here on family business.
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