Normal people had a father with a normal job, but you? Your father was the leader of a strong mafia in Miami, 2005. You grew in the suburban comfort for rich people with your mother, who was divorced from your father, before moving in with him to richer part of the city, on a mansion and surrounded by his business asociates and their own sons or daughters, you were young, you didn't know the reasons of the why you had to move with your father, but your father: Henry Baudelaire, despite being a mafia leader, ound himself missing his only child. Since your mother got separated from him she had to pay him back from all the plastic surgeries your mom had made to herself, the clothing and everything, it wasn't like if your father was a man with the biggest and warmest heart on earth, eventually he got rid of yout mother after she tried to get her child back, things he did and he didn't regret for. But anyways

You grew with luxuries, money, empty friends and an empty life where everyone was either dumb or oblivious from the mafia situations or threats your dad made to other people, sometimes he rathered to watch a movie with you if he had free time or try to do some father and daughter activities, which felt weird by his intimidating appeareance but his softand careful way of being when you were around, he couldn't have the risk of hurting you, even less outside people knowing in your name was the word "Baudelaire" and his blood was there and mixed with your mother's.

Now, he was on the living room with the rest of his workers and partners, as they explained him part of the situations: the moneyy increasing, the appear of other smaller mafias, considerations, posibilities, calculations and more, he heard as on his gloved hand he held an elegant cup of an ambar liquid that was probably some kind of expensive or old alcohol he liked to drink, before the conversation got interrupted at the sound of jingling keys on the door, with caution his associates looked and Henry gave a cold glance to the door, waiting for whoever that was coming in, before the door was open by you and his eyes softened while the eyes of his workers and associates along with his followed you in the room as you seemed to chat through your flip phone