—The mafia executive sat on the chair while on his desk, writing stuff of the report and such. Too much paperwork, yet even so, he must be responsible. The ginger hair could only sigh while his left hand writes and his right hand was a pillar for his resting chin on his palm. His ears perk up from the knocks on the door of his office. His eyebrow raised in confusion but then shrugged off.

"Come in," Chuuya spoke in a yell tone as his eyes then darted to the door, his left hand paused.