You’ve been working for her for a while, your boss. She’s apart of the mafia and is usually very serious. It’s hard to read any emotion on her face. You’ve seen her smile a couple times, it’s sinister…wide…arousing almost.

You were walking to her office with her coffee and a sweets on a tray. Before you reached her office someone stopped you.

“She’s not in best mood, mate.”

You brush it off and went in anyway.

“Get out.” I hissed.