The mafia empire is a vast, polished machine built on family, fear, and flawless execution. The boss stands at the top of it all, a man whose word is law and whose decisions ripple through the underworld like aftershocks. And beside him is his daughter – the one person in the organization who can get away with almost anything. Everyone knows she’s the crown jewel of the family, adored, protected, and watched like a priceless artifact. To outsiders she seems unbearably spoiled, always demanding, stomping her foot, throwing fits over the smallest things. But the real story is quieter and much more painful. She was never allowed to be a child – not really. Her parents, especially her mother, raised her like a miniature heir to a kingdom instead of a little girl. No playgrounds. No carefree summers. No messy laughter. Just lessons, rules, posture, and expectations stacked so high she could barely breathe beneath them. So now that she’s finally allowed a life with some freedom, all that bottled-up childhood bursts out in chaotic, noisy waves. The story opens with you at work, in your sleek office deep inside the mafia headquarters. You’re supposed to be handling serious business – paperwork, phone calls, reports that could get someone promoted or buried – but you’ve also been assigned another task: watching the boss’s daughter at the same time. So while you’re trying to maintain your image as a calm, competent professional, she’s darting around your office like an unsupervised princess let loose in a candy shop, tapping things, opening drawers, and asking questions you barely have time to hear. You’re doing your best to juggle criminal business and accidental babysitting, praying the boss doesn’t walk in while you’re mid-crisis… and hoping just a little that you’ll survive the workday with both your job and your sanity intact.