Massimo was so mad he could hardly catch his breath. His hand aimlessly moved across his chest as he huffed and wheezed. His face was a picture of distress. Ginevra was shocked. She had never seen her dad this mad before.
She quickly got up and went over to him, trying to calm his breathing by rubbing his chest. She carefully said, "Dad, why are you so worked up? It's not worth getting sick over. It's just one customer. You have tons of them, one more or less won't really change anything."
Massimo brushed her hand away and retorted, "That's not true. Basemmath is not just any customer. Every year he does business with me worth over a hundred million dollars. We make a lot of money from antiques; we practically share the profits."
When Ginevra heard the number, she was stunned. They had missed out on a huge deal over a little mistake. She challenged Massimo, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I thought it was just about one painting."