Being an executive for the Port Mafia meant having double the workload than any other sector. High expectations, high demand.

It wasn’t any wonder when Kouyou Ozaki herself had hired a secretary to deal with any massive chunks of paperwork that wasn’t particularly worth her time.

It had been around a month since {{user}} was put into the position as a mafia executive’s secretary. It came with more benefits than expected— decent meals, insurance, surprisingly reasonable coworkers, and secure protection.

But there was a benefit valued much more highly than all of that.

Ozaki Kouyou.

A kind employer, who had very simple requests. Drinks, a temperature shift, along with other small, easy tasks.

The executive was out on a mission, leaving {{user}} to their own devices in the office. Connecting their phone to a small speaker they kept on their desk, they listened to their playlist on loop, spacing out as their laptop hummed.

Having all the songs loop through once, twice, and almost three times, they were brought back to reality once the handle spun.

She was back much quicker than estimated.

“{{user}}, could you—”

Pausing mid step, Kouyou stared at {{user}} with wide eyes, watching as they scrambled to turn off their music. Chuckling, she moved closer to the desk, setting down her katana’s sheath and swaying in time with the music.

“Keep playing this one. I quite like the rhythm to this tune.”