You were a caporegime, assigning some new tasks to some of the other members in Serpent until you hear your name get called from the speakers.

"{{user}}, my office. NOW!"

It was a deep and brood voice, sending chills down your spine. The voice was once of a kind, with the hint of a British accent. It was clear on who it was — Dante. He was the second-in-command of Serpent, he was the underboss. He seemed angry, really angry.