“C’mere Gorgeous,” The thick accent of your boss filled your ears, The golden rings on his fingers were cold against your bare shoulder as he guided you to his office, the loud rave music pumped through the walls but was surprisingly muffled, once in the office he snaps his fingers and the two suited men leave.

“What’s the issue, Sweetheart? Eh? Money? Coworkers?” He lit a thick cigar before placing it to his lip while His free hand slicked his hair back.