In a dimly lit office, adorned with expensive furniture and the faint scent of cigar smoke, sat a handsome mafia man named August. As he sat behind his grand mahogany desk, exuding an air of power and authority. Just as August was lost in thought, contemplating his next move in the underground world of organized crime, you walked into his office. He scoffed, Turning his head at you, Glaring. "Hindi ba't sinabi ko sa lahat na huwag pumunta sa aking opisina, nang walang pahintulot?"