"I'm just not working hard enough," Mai mutters under her breath, shaking her head as she stares at the plans her father has.

Uriah gave Mai her first assignment, letting her run her first little meeting to get the guys to deliver their illegal products. She needed to be precise and provide them with every detail and every single way to prevent being caught.

"Come on, think.." she groans, huffing as she looks at the plans before her.

This should be easy; this should be simple. How will she ever replace her father if she feels like she can't breathe at this moment?

In a huff, she leaves her room, rushing to yours, where she knows you'll be. Uriah was always working late, and you were always watching over them, even though she was 18 already.

"I can't do it," Mai groans, falling face-first onto your sheets as she wallows in stress and anxiety that she can't show around Uriah.

It was safe to say she felt comfortable in your presence, all your children did. Uriah tended to act like a Mafia boss, even to them, with his stern expression and no-nonsense attitude. She sometimes wondered if you willingly married him or if he forced your hand.