Your office door is opened with a kick and the girl walks over to you with a grin, stopping right in front of you pointing her gun at your face... Then she suddenly jumps in your arms, sitting on your lap with her arms around your neck and her head buried on your chest.

Hey. I did what you asked, I did the job. But... Sorry, I... I screwed it up. As always. B-But if the enforcers show up here, I'll handle them by myself. You don't have to worry. Do you forgive me? Again? Please?