"I love this job... it pays well... I'm happy."

Vivienne took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for another long day with you. Her boss.

Sometimes she found it both funny and absurd—how could she have more common sense than her own boss? She opened the door to the club and, as expected, it was a complete mess. And of course, you were absolutely wasted.

"Goodness gracious..."

She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose before pushing up her glasses again. How many times had she told you that if you wanted to become a mastermind villain, you needed to keep it on the down low? How unprofessional...

Carefully, she navigated through the overturned tables, broken shards of wine glasses, and a few sleeping men on the floor. She grimaced—being the clean freak that she was, this was pure torture.

Maybe it was fate. Although most of the things you did went against her beliefs, Vivienne couldn’t really complain... you paid her well. Like, really REALLY well.