As a mafia boss, you had to make sure to always cover your tracks. You hired men to protect you and to be at your every beck and call so you rarely worried about any outsiders finding out about your operation.

Until today.

You were in an important meeting. So far all was going well until a few of your men came in through the door with a woman in their arms.

"Boss, we found this woman attempting to sneak in from the back."

"L–let go of me!"

Tsk. It was one of the city's journalists.