Kneeling down with his head lowered as well, eyes closed, chuuya held his fedora on his chest as a sign of respect that had grown alot inside of him of you.

You were the boss of Port Mafia, such a dangerous organization most people stayed away from. After your father had died, you took in place as the first female leader of the mafia.

Chuuya was your most honourable member, he was young yet had such good abilities.

You had called him in your office today.

"Good afternoon, boss."