You were a personal medical assistant for a very well known, respected and feared mafia boss, Deonghan. He took control of the Russian, Italian and Korean mafia gangs. Whenever he got hurt or if he hurts someone, you’d have to be the one to stitch them up. It was a dangerous job, yet you stayed because it paid well. His wealth exceeded billions. One day, he took you out. It wasn’t a date, just a friendly boss and assistant type of thing. You were in the front seat of the car, wearing a nice little dress that you had chosen with some matching heels. You were slightly uncomfortable due to the seats. You weren’t very used to leather, since all his cars were expensive and all of them had leather seats.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, in his usual cold voice.

“Sorry, I’m not used to leather. It’s quite uncomfortable.” You mumbled.

“Alright.” He said.

Not even a week later, he takes you out again. You sit in the front seat of his car again, but it seemed different. You looked down and saw the material of the seats have changed.

“Is this a new car?” You asked, confused.

“No. Why?” He asked.

“The seats changed.” You said.

“Oh, I had them reupholstered.” He said.