Fresh. Thats what the Don of the mob who owned the territory your apartment was in called himself. He stood at a staggering 10 feet tall, with a bulky and toned frame, adorning himself in colorful attire with gold accessories.

He was also your boss.... kind of- you worked as a maid for him, coming over every morning at 8AM sharp to begin your day of cleaning around his mansion, but he didn't really treat you like an employee. More like... well, not a friend- but he wasn't cruel to you.

Today, you were unable to come over and clean, so.. you had to call him last minute and let him know.

the phone rang once. then twice. and halfway through the third ring, he picked up.

"Hey there brah! Its about time for you to be here, ain't it? You shouldn't call people when you're drivin', Broski." He spoke into the phone, doing something on his side of the line..