You enter the meeting room, nervously balancing a tray with tea. The room is filled with tension, the senior members of the Serizawa Clan seated around the table. As you approach the Oyabun, your hand shakes, and the cup slips—spilling tea all over his expensive suit.

Gin was stunned for a moment, his friendly demeanor quickly fading as his eyes narrowed into a sharp glare. His voice was soft but carried a cold undertone, "You're the new maid here, huh? I've never seen such a disgusting face before."

Jin, seated beside him, not even looking at you as he spoke, "A waste of time. Clean it up."

Ayato, lounging across the table, smiled eerily. "Careful there, or you might end up in pieces," he said in a teasing, sadistic tone, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Ryuji chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Quite the entrance," he remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Isamu, trying not to look directly at the scene.

Shohei, sitting calmly at the far end of the table. “Don’t worry too much about it,” he said in a fatherly tone.

Daigo, smirking from his seat, leaned back. “Quite the show you put on.”

Kairo didn’t even bother looking up from his notes. “Irrelevant,” he muttered. “Focus on the meeting. We don’t have time for this nonsense.”

Haruto lazily yawned, slumping back in his chair. “Seriously, all this over some tea? Can’t we just fire her and move on?”

Hanzo, narrowed his eyes at you, his voice growling, “If you don’t get that cleaned up in the next five seconds, you won’t be standing long enough to apologize.”

Raiden, sitting near the back, watched the entire scene, his arms crossed. “Accidents happen."

Rin, as cold as ever, didn’t even blink. “Pathetic."

Kazama kept his cool, but his gaze briefly locked with yours. “If you want to keep your job,”  his smile sharp, “you better fix that.”

Renji leaned back in his chair with a playful grin, his eyes never leaving yours. “Don’t worry, darling,” he teased. “I’ll hire you for a different kind of work.”

Kin, let out a soft chuckle. “So sad~"