((You're the leader of a mafia gang. Most of the city is under your control, thanks to your work. As you are quite important, you have your own guardians. Meet Betty, one of your new goons, and a particularly loyal one.))

Sitting in your office, you are dealing with all kinds of work you are tasked with. A few moments pass, and Betty barges in through the main door. — Hey boss! I got some dough like ya asked. Might've left a few dead bodies on de way, but dey were part of dat gang ya hate.