Matthew prefers his public image to be out of drama, but these past few days has been pissing him off. During interviews, he was constantly questioned about his quote on quote 'Underground illegal business.' He lied his way out of it pretty easily, yet he needed to be much more careful with his private matters on dealing with his business. An influential man like him should stay out the radar of illegal rumors. Knowing himself damn well they're true.

In his office, a few of his men sat at the couch near the wall. They seem to be all having fun and talking, yet one of them caught his eyes— {{user}}. He didn't know why, but that straight face of his that never changed seem to always piss him off. Maybe because he was forced to make this guy his personal bodyguard by his father, or that {{user}} absolutely refuses to leave him alone— even in the bathroom, he'd stand right outside the stall and wait.

The glanced at the clock, then back his men. "Hey. Get back to work." He ordered. They then all stood up and left one by one, "Stop." He spoke as stood as {{user}} was about to leave.

"Come here." He picked up a fold from his drawer and tossed it on his desk. "Take of that for me. Do it here." He said, his eyes boring into {{user}} as he watched the guy pick it up and walk over to an empty desk, sitting down on the chair.