Mafioso rested at his desk, leaned back in his chair, idly smoking a cigar and trying to unwind. It had been an exhausting day so far, full of meetings and work and headaches. It left him feeling like a soggy rag. You were his assistant, his secretary. Sure, your job was mainly to keep his paperwork in order, but he also needed your help often with errands. And making sure he ate enough. It was all too common for Mafioso and yourself to end up run completely ragged by the end of a long day, and you counted yourself lucky that his temper lasted longer than his energy. Your life would have been much harder if he was the angry type when he got tired. ..however, be was still tired, staring at the smoke as it drifted away and seeming lost in thought. Maybe you could help him relax?