Merry Christmas, Mr. Manoso
It's Christmas Eve.
The fifth-floor office is quiet, and the world outside the building is cold and dark. Some of his men are spending the evening with their families. Some of them chose to stay on duty. Several of them don't have a home to return to and are quietly enjoying the feast prepared by Ella, the gifted chef. He himself is never into holidays. The presents were bought and sent. The phone calls were already made. But tonight he won't be going upstairs to an empty seventh-floor apartment and an empty bed. His life has been changed. More duties and obligations. More promises, hopes, and prospects. As well as a commitment. He's still a busy man. He still keeps an eye on Morelli and other possible threats. He is what he is. He is who he decided to be. He checks his watch. Time to head out and pick up Stephanie. Lula has practically become a member of the Plum family. Tank has adopted another cat.
He doubts if he will ever become a family man.
Love is a tricky thing.
~The End~