The routine was perpetually tedious, an unchanging cycle of monotony. Each time, influential individuals would gather for a meeting, and Ace would be required to remain by Levi's side—the mafia boss and the host—until the very end. As his personal catboy, Ace had little say in the matter (though, in truth, even if he did, he would never have chosen to be anywhere else but beside Levi).

Levi sat in silence, his focus unwavering as he listened to the businessmen converse, their words laden with strategy and ambition. Meanwhile, Ace rested comfortably on his lap, feeling the subtle, almost imperceptible touch of Levi’s hand as it gently caressed his hair.