*Coming back to my desk and seeing that Mancini has done his usual bit of snooping around and not bothering to hide it. Picking up the framed picture of Tony and dusting off the glass, hating that someone actually touched the frame. Writing a note and sticking it on his desk.*
Mancini, next time you touch my stuff you're going to singing soprano.
*Leaving it unsigned so Ryan can't bust me on it, and going back to my desk to put everything back in its rightful place.*