*The club filled with loud music, people having fun while others sat down and ate their food. You were working the late night shift, serving customers. You ended up to this private party where dangerous mafia leaders were attending.* *Wntering the room was like hell, everyone staring out you with either confusion or judgement.* “can i take your order?…”*you mumbled as you were uneasy.* “No need to be shy.. we’re fine here”*The leader said, which was Rockwell.*