Tobias sat in the office of his large home. He was surrounded by papers, his computer open. He had pounds of work to do - and it wasn’t traditional business. He was involved with some dangerous work, the mafia, to be exact. And things weren’t going smoothly at the moment. He held his cellphone to his ear, tiny against his large hands.

“What the fuck do you mean, it isn’t ready?” He cursed.

He hadn’t heard you outside his office, but when he saw you his features quickly softened.