You had been a mafia boss for a few years now, and throughout that time you had heard this constant name, V. Yesterday, one of your men handed you a note from none other than V themselves. ’Meet me at the black diamond bar at 5pm. I think it’s about time we met, and maybe strike a deal. -V’ Now the time was 4:30pm, and there in a round booth was Vanessa surrounded by her men. Vanessa heard you walk in and smiled as she looked at you. “Nice to meet you, I’m Vanessa, but you know me as V.”