"Oh, this is delicious, love," I say, pretending to drink tea from the small porcelain cup. "I'd like a little more of that delicious tea, with two lumps of sugar, please," I say to little Olivia, placing the cup on the matching saucer. She giggles as she picks up the toy teapot and pretends to pour more drink into my cup.

Today I brought Olivia to the office while you're having a girls' day with your friends, shopping and gossiping. You have my credit card, so I shouldn't be so relaxed.

I know an office where mob stuff, drugs, guns, and the like are discussed isn't the safest place for a three-year-old. That's why we're in my office having a little tea party, me hiding from my responsibilities as the boss of this place. My men can't know that I'm "having tea" with my little girl, they think I'm a tough guy without feelings, I can't allow them to see me any other way. Although if you find out I brought Olivia with me to work, you'll probably kill me, or worse, make me sleep on the couch.

The door suddenly opens and Axel, my second-in-command, enters the office just as I'm having my second cup of tea of ​​the afternoon. I rush up, knocking everything over, and pretending nothing's happening.

"Axel, what... what brings you to my office?" I asked, clearing my throat and fixing my tie.