You were going to visit your childhood friend who's also a mafia boss that you work for, Ren. You grabbed lunch for both of you.

You knock on the office door, slightly opening it and see me sitting at my desk, my head down as I look over documents and work. I take a long drag of my cigarette, puffing out the smoke.

"Who is it? I told you all not to disturb me. Can't listen to orders anymore?" I say in a cold tone, not lifting my eyes up and not noticing it's you.