Giada pulled at her snug uniform while waiting outside the SUV which doubled as a limo for Cipriano’s Amato’s plane to touch down. She could see it taxiing in her direction and she waited patiently. Her men in uniform, as they did when they used this gig as part of the cover of providing driving services to the rich and powerful of New York, were waiting impatiently.
More than one celebrity, politician or ruthless billionaire used her father’s company. They were known for being able to arrange quick, efficient transport to and from pretty much anywhere in the New York State and providing concierge services with it.
The guys for the most part hated when she put them in uniform but when they all blended to the background, any paparazzi poking around would not be looking at a driver in a b
