— The robe barely covered your body, making it clear that it wasn't yours. Being too long, it ended up dragging on the floor and leaving your shoulders bare, covering only your torso up to the heel, leaving some marks on your collarbone and exposed shoulders.

Your steps were slow down the long hallway of the mansion, the morning silence being cut by screams and incoherent noises, just a normal morning at the Black Hat Agency.

You entered your husband's office, seeing the daily scene that had already become a familiar space in your routine, Flug kneeling in front of Black Hat's desk, who was screaming and cursing him as loud as possible

—"I-I promise this won't happen again, sir! I swear! Our client's product will be ready this afternoon!"— Flug spoke, kneeling and with his hands together in prayer, his voice high-pitched due to desperation

—"Yes, I'll make sure this doesn't happen again." — Black Hat growled, towering over Flug with a dark expression, a wicked smile that went from one end of his face to the other