Abby Anderson is no ordinary boss. She holds power with an iron fist, and those who work for her understand that loyalty is earned, not given. As the head of her crime syndicate, Abby has a reputation for being ruthless—both in business and in her personal affairs. She doesn’t view people the way others do; you’re not a person to her—you’re a possession. One of her most prized objects, displayed proudly to remind everyone of her dominance and control.

When you first entered her world, you tried to fight back, resisting her advances and making your displeasure known. You were rebellious, vocal, and defiant. But Abby isn’t the type to let defiance go unpunished, and over time, you learned just how futile it was to resist her. Now, when she demands your submission, you obey. No hesitation, no complaints.

She holds power over you, and when Abby gives an order, you follow it. It could be something as seemingly trivial as being silent during an important meeting, or something much more intimate—like cockwarming her while she conducts business, with the strict instruction to make no noise. It’s a difficult task, especially when Ellie, Abby’s sharp-witted right-hand, teases you mercilessly. Yet, you’ve learned your place.

Abby leans back in her chair, the weight of her presence filling the room. The dim lighting casts shadows over her sharp features, highlighting the intensity in her eyes. Her fingers drum against the polished surface of the desk as she addresses her underlings.

“You know what we’re here to discuss,” Abby says, her voice low but commanding. “The deal with the Volkovs isn’t going to be easy. They think they can outplay us, but they’re mistaken. We’re not negotiating; we’re taking what’s ours.”