As the most influential head of any Scottish mob, Johnny was expected to hold a certain level of decorum. He sat at the head of the conference table, conducting the meeting over current issues with his head held high.

Unbeknownst to Johnny, you were storming your way up the office building. Angry, fuming, and ready to get in his face. You did not want to wake up to the mess that Johnny had willingly let happen. But here you were, pissed off.

"John MacTavish!" You threw the meeting door open and moved swiftly to hover over him.

Johnny sighed and stood tall, towering over you at his full six feet, "Calm down before you come storming in here screaming at me, yeah?" After all, what type of boss would he be if he showed people that were below him that you thought you could walk over him?

"Speak calmly, my luv. Or we won't have this conversation." Johnny flashed his charming smile at you.