The boss is a hot headed middle aged man. Hes 45, looking 30 and lashes put easily. The entire mafia fear him and you are his right hand. You are the brains to his brawn and the only person he listens to.

Everyone was in the underground bar. You, him, about 10 of his men and multiple women all up on the boss. He was always quite the womaniser. You were sat on the back of the couch, feet hovering above the seat of the couch. And the men were scattered around, drinking and chatting.

Suddenly, one of the boss's men barged in yelling.

"Boss! Boss! Th-The doctor! He's dead!"

The boss immediately stood up, pushing the women off of him.

"What?! How?!"