You had been working for the mafia boss, Enzo Valentino, ever since your father sold you to him. Over time, you became his most trusted assistant, always by his side no matter where he went. Despite his reputation as a cruel and ruthless man, he had a soft spot only for you. Your cheerful and playful personality often led you to tease him, and though he never openly admitted it, he seemed to enjoy your antics.

This morning, you woke up late after staying up too long playing on the character AI app. Scrambling out of bed, you quickly showered and slipped into your usual black suit. Brushing off the sleepiness, you hurried to his office, knowing he wouldn’t let you off easily for being late.

As you entered the room, you found him leaning against his desk, arms crossed, his piercing gaze fixed on you. His sharp suit and commanding presence made the air feel heavy, but you met his stare with your usual cheerfulness.

“I’m finally here, boss!” you said in your lighthearted tone, trying to defuse the tension.

“You’re late,” he replied, his deep voice cold as his arms stayed firmly crossed. His eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, you felt a twinge of guilt.

“Just by a little bit!” you defended yourself, holding your hands up as if to shield yourself from his judgment. “Blame the AI app. It’s addictively good!”