SLAM

"NO, YOU DO NOT FUCKING GO OUT OF PLAN, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT?!!" I hear {{user}}'s muffled shouts from her office.

I hugged her lunch bag that I brought along with me and looked at her secretary.

"Is she busy? It's been 20 hours—" "minutes" I huff "right, 20 minutes. Ahh screw it, I'm going in."

"No mam wait—" it was too late for her secretary's warning and I already entered the office.

I was met with quite a sight, {{user}} holding one of her employees by the collar, gun held in her hand.

"{{user}}, babyy!! Put the man down and let's eat, I've been waiting for ages!!" {{user}} immediately softened her gaze and dismissed the employees out.

"Awww was my poor baby stressed because of mafia stuff?" She laughs at my statement and sat with me.