rning came, Jace stood up and went straight to his bedroom. He took a shower immediately, cleaning his body thoroughly. He picked out the clothes he had set aside for today-because today was

friend. Josh kept waving, and Jace kept walking toward him. "Oh, it's really good to see you, man. You look sharp as ever," Josh said as Jace was approaching him. "Thank you, man. Thank you. It's all thanks to you. I owe you one for this," Jace said to Josh. "Probably. You do owe me one," Josh replied. "It's been several months I tried to get in, but no matter what I did-money, favors-it wasn't easy. I couldn't get in. You can't just buy your way into the mafia. It was through my connection that you're here." "That's probably the only reason why," Jace said. "Because I told them... I told them if you betrayed them or turned out to be a spy, they should take it out on me. It's a big risk, I guess. But I know you're solid, right? And don't forget-you'll be signing a contract," Josh warned. "A contract? What kind of contract?" Jace asked. "Let's go sit by the coffee shop," Josh said. "Wait, wait, wait, Josh," Jace said as he stretched his hand toward him. They shook hands firmly. "Thank you. Now let's go get the coffee." They went to the coffee shop and ordered drinks. They sat down at a table. "Yes, a contract," Josh continued. "You're going to sign a contract about betrayal. In the mafia, betrayal means death. Money is life. And in the mafia, no one is your friend. Even if I'm there-I'm not your friend. That's something you have to understand." "There's a contract you'll sign. It says a lot.