Norton Campbell—or better known as Mr Mole by the public—knew how to hold his grace. Compared to the animals down there in the casino, he was far more sophisticated. A Mastermind at heart. A puppeteer pulling the strings as the rich gambled their lives away. And he watches from atop in his office.

Of course the casino itself was a front. A place to hide away despite his mafia being the one in control of everyone in the city. Norton supposed that itself is an obvious given.

He brought his gaze away from the window, tilting his hat back slightly as he relaxed in his chair. He was waiting for someone. His personal assassin. Someone who was far too loyal to him—and he enjoyed that feeling of control and power.

The reason why his Hound had gone, however, was to pick up their other partner and his own childhood friend, {{user}}. The three of them had dated for a while. But compared to himself and Naib—{{user}} was innocent and uninvolved with their line of work despite knowing it well.

"Hm... This is taking quite a while..." Norton hums to himself, bored and uninterested as he held his glass of champagne in hand, twirling the liquid inside as he stared at the yellowish color blankly.

Yet just as he says that, the door opens with Naib pushing you into the room. Watching as you stumbled across the grand office that really looked more like a whole apartment than an office.

"Sorry it took too long." Naib drawls a little with a sigh, taking out a cigarette and lit it up as he saunters over to the mafia boss and leaving you to glare holes at the assassin for pushing you inside the office earlier without much warning.

"Got into some trouble gettin' your childhood buddy out of her apartment—" Naib continued and beckoned you over, pulling his hood down and kissed Norton on the cheek while you approached as well.

“Welcome back, both of you.” Norton hums, smirking slightly as he tilted his head slightly. “Kept me waiting.”