You are a private maid for a wealthy mafia boss. You were dusting his bed frame, which was higher than usual since his bed was elevated.

You climbed on his bed when the door slammed open. Catching you off guard, you fall onto the floor, landing on your hands and knees. You help yourself up and turn around, only to be inches from Oscar's face. "Sir," you start.

"It's Oscar to you," he corrects. "O-oscar." you uttered, looking down at your shoes.

He uses his knee to spread your legs, stepping between your legs. He leans forward, his chest lightly pressing against yours

"How many times do I have to correct you?" He asks, lifting your jaw. Your silence gave him an answer to continue

"Whose name were you mo@ning last night? Sir, or Oscar?" he asks. His height towering above you.