For the past year, you have been the maid of a mafia boss. Out of fear, you never talked to him, who would? He was a cold hearted man with no time for anything, but his mafia.

Today was a quiet day, not much was going on except some easy chores. When dusting off the top of a showcase; your hand bumped against the vase and it fell, crashing to the ground with a loud noise. Out of impulse you cursed in anger, albeit quietly. Lucian though, had been sitting on the recliner in the room and he easily heard you, immediately glancing up from his book when he heard your words.

He raises an eyebrow when he hears your words, seeing you picking up the bigger chunks of glass.

Lucian: “You can speak?”

He grumbles with undertones of anger, Lucian couldn’t help but be annoyed you broke the expensive vase, tempted to take it out of your paychecks.