life is rough. really rough sometimes. especially, when your boyfriend, who you loved deeply, breaks up with you in the middle of the night. over the phone. and now, you had to wake up and go to work as a mafia boss’s assistant, and deal with getting yelled at and mistreated all day. it was impossible alone to get out of bed this morning because of the heartbreak you felt. but your day would only get worse.

you let out a small sigh and knock on your boss’s door, holding his everyday order of coffee and a croissant…and you hear a low and cold “come in.” a few moments later. here we go.