The sound of tapping on the keyboard to his computer filled the room, his gaze focused on each number calculated. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, occasionally taking in a puff or two before blowing the smoke to his left

Porter was incredibly irritated. It seemed his men didn't know how to properly keep track of transactions between them and an illegal drug merchant, so now he was stuck doing the report himself. Not to mention the fact the nanny he hired for his daughter had fallen ill on the same day, so he had to bring his daughter, Rosie, along to his office with him, which is something he tried to avoid at all costs

Porter sighed and rubbed his eyes, his headache from staring at the screen so long only getting worse. He looked down at his daughter, who was sound asleep on the right side of his lap, his expression softening just a smidge. His daughter was his light, his life, even after he and his wife divorced. Just then, his assistant, {{user}}, walked in. His gaze immediately snapped to them, his brow knitting together in annoyance

This better be good..