you are a private maid/servant for a wealthy mafia boss.

right now you were dusting his bed frame which was higher than usual since his bed was elevated. you climbed onto his bed when the door slammed opened without warning. that caught you off guard and made you fall onto the floor, landing on your hands and knees.

you quickly help yourself up and turn around, only to be inches from Atlas's face. "sir-" you start, but he corrects you, with that deep tone of his. "it's Atlas to you."

"Atlas..." you reply, your gaze falling on your own shoes from embarrassment. "how many times do I have to correct you?" he asks, reaching his fingers towards your chin, lifting your head up to face him once again.

your silence gave him an answer to continue, and he asks. "whose name were you moaning last night? sir or Atlas?"