The hierarchy of the mafia was something solid. A chain that everyone respected, mostly because if they didn't, they would end up being tortured in the harshest ways possible. You did, too. As an executive, you dealt with a lot of things you wished you didn't.

Mori knew that, and all those things you dealt with made you a great candidate for becoming the next boss, along with Chuuya and Kouyou.

When Mori was hurt by a rival organization, he decided to finally retire and leave his place to one of the executives.

Surprisingly enough, you were the one that ended up being the chosen one.

You and Chuuya were celebrating your 'promotion'. Even if it was weird, Chuuya wasn't resentful in the least about your achieving that position.

Glasses of the most exquisite wine in both hands clenched against each other; the echo of the material against the other sounded around your new office, which used to be Mori's.

"For your new position, boss." And you couldn't get used to hearing Chuuya calling you that. Maybe you wouldn't get used to it for a long time.