I want to thank everyone for the wonderful comments about my story. I'm happy you enjoyed it! I hope you enjoy the second part. Sorry it took me longer to write than I had expected! The first draft I had written I wasn't happy with at all and had to start all over!

Later that afternoon, Gio had noticed a few businesses in the area that seemed to be full of people who would definitely appreciate every sandwich Gio had to offer. Gio was pretty confident he could bring in some more business from them if he posted a few fliers around their office.

The problem: Gio had already posted a lot of his fliers throughout Mode and various places around his neighborhood. He had only two fliers left, and he really didn't have the budget to print out another 500 copies.

The solution: Gio decided to head back to Mode, find the skinniest stick figures in the building, and take down any of the fliers he had stuck on the walls around them. No sense in wasting advertising on people who probably eat twice a week….and who he also was surprised to discover honestly couldn't spell "Bob" backwards, but managed to remember that there was no such thing as fat free mayo. A few of the Mode-bots even stopped and thanked him for the tip.

Gio took his two remaining fliers and headed back up to Mode. Now if he could only get his older sister off the phone so he could focus.

"You'll never believe what that wench Tina had the NERVE to say to me next," Allegra shouted, clearly irate at this point.

"Allegra, I have…"

"She said if I had a million chances to get it right, I'd still blow it!" Allegra continued, ignoring him completely. "She's so freaking jealous she's transparent. I told her if she gets the promotion, it will only be because her tits and her ass are so flat they figured she wouldn't take up much space. She said, 'No, it's because I'm bilingual. I speak Spanish.' And then I said, 'Adding an O at the end of every word is NOT speaking Spanish.' And you know what she did to me, Gio?"

"Listen, I really have to…"

"She hit me! She HIT me, Gio! Okay…she didn't hit hit me. It was more like this trollish little shoulder tap combined with a push. But it hurt and I didn't appreciate it!"

"Allegra!" Gio said sharply. "I just called to ask if you could baby-sit Antonella tonight. I don't even know how we got on this subject."

"I just thought you'd like to know how my day went." Allegra stated, still upset. "And no, I can't watch Nella. It's your turn this week. You know that."

"But Tony said he could come over tonight and show me how to keep up with bookkeeping," Gio said, trying his best not to sound like he was whining. "I can't concentrate with her blasting both High School Musical movies through my apartment all night."

"Consider it payback for all the times I had to watch you run around the house singing every song from Aladdin all day!" Allegra quipped.

"Very funny." Gio sulked. "Look, I'm trying to start a business here. When's Ma and Pop coming back from Florida anyway?"

"Pop said when they find a good place to grow old and die."

"That's just great."

Gio had made his way up to the main part of Mode by this point. He acknowledged a woman who was griping about how she drank her niece's juice box and afterward noticed it had 70 calories, and was angry the four-year-old neglected to mention it. "Perfect!" Gio stated, as he started taking a few fliers down. I'm pretty sure I'll never see any of these Mode nut jobs in my shop any time soon.

"I have to go, Allegra," Gio said. "If you can't watch Antonella then I have to get the rest of these fliers out before she gets out of school."

"Nella hates coming to my apartment anyway," Allegra stated. "She thinks Roosevelt Island is creepy."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have taken her to see Dark Water. Ma said she had nightmares for weeks!"

Gio turned around to head back to his van, only to see Betty's boss directly in front of him a few feet away, smiling at him. Ah, jeez. What did I do now? "I have to go, Allegra."

"What about my situation at work?!" Allegra exclaimed. "What should I do about Tina?"

"I have no idea."

Allegra let out a sharp laugh. "That's real funny," She jeered. "Usually you have an answer for everything, whether I want to hear it or not."

Betty's boss was only a few feet away from him now. "Just don't get yourself fired, and don't get yourself arrested again." And with that, Gio hung up the phone before his sister could say anything more.

Gio assessed Betty's boss quickly. The last time he had seen him, he was in a wheelchair, but he was clearly a lot better now. He looked like the typical rich boy he had gotten use to seeing around Manhattan, but Gio noticed there was something slightly more friendly and approachable about him. Still, he's never spoken to me before. Nothing about this meeting can be good.

"Head Mode Guy!" Gio said, adding a friendly smile to the title as Daniel approached him. He quickly handed him one of his fliers. "Have you heard about my Sandwich shop? I open in a week."

Mode Boy chuckled. "Yeah, your fliers are kind of hard to miss." He commented, gesturing toward the fliers that were still up on the walls around them.

Gio ran his fingers through his hair. So that's what this is about. "Yeah…I guess I did get a little carried away." He smirked. "I'm actually here to take some of them down."

Betty's boss didn't seem to be listening, however. Instead, he was glancing down at one of Gio's fliers, his eyes furrowed in concentration. "Gio…Gio…" he murmured. "I'm sorry, but your name sounds really familiar to me."

"It should," Gio nodded. "You had me fired."

Mode's Boy's head shot up in shock. "Are you the sandwich guy that was working here not too long ago?" Gio nodded.

Mode Boy started to laugh, and Gio found himself hoping his confusion masked any trace of annoyance he was starting to feel. "What's so funny?" He asked.

"I'm sorry," Betty's boss claimed, handing Gio back his flier before he extend hand to shake Gio's. "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Daniel Meade, Betty's boss. But please call me Daniel. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Finally" meet me? Gio thought, as he shook Daniel's hand. He found it interesting that Daniel told him to call him by his first name and not "Mr. Meade", like a lot of the other spoiled playboys expected. "I figured you were Betty's boss," he began. "But I still can't figure out what the joke is."

"You have to understand," Daniel explained. "You had Betty pretty riled up over sun dried tomatoes. Sorry I had to fire you, but you might want to thank me. She genuinely seemed like she wanted to smack you with a bat!"

"I seem to have that effect on her." Gio agreed, remembering her shocked and insulted face the first time he quacked at her.

Daniel still seemed pretty amused, but at the same time he now looked puzzled. "I gotta say, Gio," he began. "I don't think I understand how all this came about, but I'm kind of glad you and Betty are dating now."

Gio has been leaning against someone's desk at this point, his legs comfortably supporting him until the word "Dating" fell out of Daniel's mouth. Then they seem to buckle beneath him. "What?!" Gio spit out, after he regained his balance.

"She's been having such a hard time getting over her last boyfriend," Daniel continued. Either he didn't notice Gio's alarmed facial expression or he didn't care. "I was starting to think she wasn't making a real effort to move on, but now I see she's dating you. I guess I can stop bugging her about her office romance."

What office romance? What are you talking about? She can't stand me, and I find her annoying! Cute, yes. But completely annoying! She had me fired over TOMATOES! I only drove her to pick up YOUR stupid overprice wheelchair I'm sure you didn't even really need! Where the hell are you getting this idea that we're dating?!

That's everything Gio found himself wanting to day to Daniel. However, the only word he managed to get out was yet another confused, "What?"

Daniel patted Gio on the shoulder. "I guess you two hit it off when you drove her to Jersey to get my new chair." he continued. "It's odd, but it's kind of sweet Betty found a new boyfriend out of what I like to call The Great Tomato Tragedy."

The realization as to why Betty was really pointing at him earlier that day came crashing down on Gio like a waterfall. She wasn't trying to get him fired. She wasn't telling her boss about his shop. She was telling him I was her boyfriend. Gio hung his head down, rubbed his chin and began to chuckle.

Oh, I'm going to have a LOT of fun with this.

Daniel chuckled as well. "Now it looks like I can't figure out what the joke is," he said, curiously cocking his head to the side.

Gio looked Daniel straight in the eye. Show time. "You'll have to excuse me," he began. "I'm finding it real cool I finally get to meet the boss Betty's always tells me so much about!"

Daniel looked flattered. "Well, I can't say I've heard a lot about you. I don't understand why Betty was so secretive about this. If she had just told me who she was dating in the first place I would've gotten off her back. I don't even think this is really an office romance since you technically don't work here."

"You know…I think she felt bad about having me fired." Gio answered, leaning closer to Daniel as if he were telling a secret. "She still feels real bad about that. She even apologizes to me every night." Gio then took a couple of steps back, raised his eyebrows and grinned wide. "And I mean almost every night."

Daniel shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah…well. Like I said, it's nice to see she's moved on."

"Tell you what," Gio said, realizing he was enjoying this way too much, and feeling a twinge of guilt about his suggestive comment about Betty. Hey...she brought all this on herself! "Maybe some time after my shop opens, you can bring a date down to my shop and eat dinner with Betty and I. I have a patented dinner sandwich that is off the hook! I'm sure Betty has told you about them."

Daniel stared at Gio for what seemed like an eternity. After a few more moments of odd blinking, Daniel put on what Gio instantly recognized as one of the fakest smiles he had ever seen and held a thumb up into the air. "Sounds like a plan!" Daniel said. "Look, I actually came over here to give you something."

Daniel pulled two small pieces of paper out of his suit jacket. "You have Betty to thank for these," he said, handing them to Gio.

Gio glanced down and recognized they were two tickets to a Broadway show. He smiled as he realized he felt a lot like the green witch that was smirking up at him. "Wicked?" Gio asked.

Daniel shrugged. "Well, I overheard Betty on the phone really working hard to get these. She said this would really mean a lot to you." Gio suddenly felt as though he were being examined. "You really don't look like the kind of guy who would enjoy a play like this." Daniel bluntly added.

Gio's excitement over this situation was tainted slightly by a twinge of annoyance. Why, because anyone who makes sandwiches all day is only interested in watching football and hockey? "What's that suppose to mean?" he asked.

Daniel must've sensed Gio's tone. "I didn't mean anything by that," he explained, waving his hand apologetically. "I guess I'm still a little suspicious. This just seems more like something her last boyfriend would be crazy about." Again, Daniel shrugged. "I guess I was wrong. I'm glad I'm wrong. Really."

Gio smiled as he thought about how Betty would look when he confronted Betty about all this. In the short time he has known Betty, he noticed she had a wide range of reactions. He honestly didn't know if she'd be flustered or angry. "Don't worry, Dan the Man! Betty's being taken care of."

"Well, you do seem excited."

I bet she'll be flustered, and then angry at me. "Excited doesn't even begin to describe how I feel right now!"

Daniel smiled, nodded, looked down at his watch and then jumped as if his watch bit him. "Damn it!" he muttered under his breath. "Listen, I have to get going. Again, it was nice meeting you. You two enjoy yourselves tonight!"

"Oh, I definitely plan on enjoying this evening!" Gio smirked.

Daniel started to walk away, but then stopped and turned back towards Gio. "Real quick," he added. "There is a slight possibility I'll be there tonight as well. Maybe I'll see you both there? Then maybe we can go out to dinner after the show. I can't say I'm into sandwiches, but maybe we could hit someplace else? I'm thinking maybe Jean-Georges. My treat."

I really don't need you to show me how rich and spoiled you are. "Sounds great!" Gio grinned, holding his thumb up in the air and hoping Daniel would recognize his copycat fakeness. He didn't. He merely waved back at Gio and sped off down the hall.

Gio stared down at the two tickets he held in one hand and the extra fliers he held in the other. Suddenly, he found himself no longer interested in advertising his shop. He placed the extra fliers on the table behind him.

Now…if I were a sun dried tomato loving, wannabe writer with cute little muscles, where would I be? Gio thought, as he walked towards where he thought Betty's desk would be.

TBC.