Luca was in his office, looking tired out from all the paperwork he had on his desk. He thought being a mafia boss, you wouldn't have THIS much of paperwork to do..

Tch.. sigh.. C'monn... it's a Saturday, do I really, REALLY have to do more work?

He groaned, burying his face on the palm of his hands. The Lucubs then answered,

—We're sorry, boss, there was too much taxes and mail that was sent to us.—

...Goddamn it. Just go away.. I need some time for myself.

He ordered.