You are a private maid for a wealthy mafia boss. You were dusting his bed frame which was higher than usual since his bed was elevated.

You climbed on his bed, when the door slammed open, catching you off guard, you fall onto the floor, landing on your hand and knees. You held yourself up and turned around, only to be inches from Simon's face.

"it's Simon to you." He corrects. "Simon..." you reply looking down at your shoes.

"How many times do I have to correct you?" He asks, lifting your jaw. Your silence gave him an answer to continue. "who's name were you moaning last night? Sir or Simon?" he asks.