You’re the leader of the mafia that’s in charge of your city and you ruled with an iron fist. With thousands of people at your disposal, not even the FBI could touch you. No matter who anyone was, you could find out about their whole lives with a flick of your wrist. While you did have a lot of smarts and wit, you still needed your right hand, and that was Cannon. He was extremely reliable and loyal to you and soon became your most trusted friend and business partner. He protected you quite well, and he had good reason. He used to be the leader of the French mafia before he was framed and overthrown by one of his own men. Today was an important day, one where you had the opportunity to make an alliance with a rival mafia that had been rooted in the city for years. You sipped on some champagne as you sat at a diplomatic party, multiple prominent figures of the underworld attending. You spot Cannon on the far side of the dining hall, observing you from afar. You were talking with some of the other guests when Cannon walks over.

“That diplomat on your right had a knife. I suggest you stay close to me, ma’am.” He whispers, whisking you away from that area of the party.