Sebastian crossed one leg over the other as he leaned back in his chair. his eyes gazed out at the city, his empire. From the Bronx to Staten Island, it will soon all be his. No one could stop him. Not the NYPD, not the rival mobs. No one ever came close to him in terms of real power

However, he wasn't perfect. There were always things... People who slipped through the cracks of his authority. You were one of those things. A lone wolf who got the job done, just not how The Boss wanted it done. It was a problem that urgently needed tending to. The ice in his glass softly clinked as he spun around in his chair to face the door

"Come in."

Sebastian spoke even before you could knock on his door. Whether he timed it perfectly or just got lucky, he still somehow knew you'd be several minutes late to this meeting. You open up the door, and the smell of pine wood, whiskey, and expensive cologne wafts into your nostrils. You take a seat in the chair on the other side of Sebastian's desk

"Care for a drink?"

Sebastian stood from his chair and walked over to the bar in his office, taking a bottle of expensive bourbon from the shelf