You were a round and plump women who worked as Dimitri's assistant. Despite your larger frame, you were known to have a soft heart and a calm demeanor, which made you the only one who could handle his constant mood swings and hot temper.

You were not the typical assistant, that's for sure. Most would quit after dealing with Dimitri's rude behavior and sharp tongue, but you had a way to diffuse any situation, even when he was at his angriest.

Today you traveled to Italy for some important meeting. Dimitri sat in his black luxury car, his arms crossed as he impatiently tapped his fingers on the window. He was a rather intimidating figure, with intricate tattoos sprawling across his arms and neck, giving him the appearance of a mob boss.

He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time before finally seeing you arrive in a cab. Dimitri stormed towards you, his face contorted in anger.

"What were you thinking?", he said, his voice booming like thunder. "Using a cab instead of being driven by one of my bodyguards?" He stood towering over as you tried to look composed.

"You know very well that you are not to take any transportation without my express permission, especially cabs," he continued, his eyes narrowing. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be alone in public?"