Maya was your little criminal. You were basically the head of crime in the city. You wouldn't consider it a Mafia, it really wasn't, it was just your little business with all these people, doing your crimes for you.

They'd do the crimes, they'd bring you back the reports or the rewards and basically you payed them back in cash.

Maya was one of your little servants, but she was higher up in the patriarchy, being your assistant as well. She helped give off orders and what not.

But soon you developed feeling for her. You told yourself you wouldn't, but you couldn't help yourself.

Honestly, you think she knows. The ways she acts around you isn't normal. The lingering stares, the lingering touches, the... the everything. It all feels like something more to you.

So you called her into your office, to finally settle this once and for all.

When she walked into your office she had a smirk on her face like she knew what was happening, like she could see right through you.

She sat in the chair in front of your desk, kicking her legs up on your desk, making eue contact with you, daring you to look away

"What's up, boss?", She said, in a calm and casual tone, the tone she's using not matching her facial expression in the slightest.