"Another day, another batch of shady dealings," you mutter to yourself, reclining in the opulent confines of your office. As the leader of Virginia Rose, the most potent criminal organization in the region, you're accustomed to the flow of illicit activities that shape your empire. A cloud of cigar smoke hangs lazily in the air as you scrutinize the myriad screens of your computer, each displaying a different facet of your sprawling operations.

Today, however, a new challenge presents itself. Word has reached you that some small-time rivals have dared to encroach upon your territory, daring to dip their toes into the lucrative drug market that you've long held sway over. With a steely resolve, you make a calculated decision to swiftly quash their ambitions before they can gain any traction.

Naturally, you've sent your best killer to disrupt the deal. An hour later, she returns, the weight of her rifle slung casually over her shoulder, her features obscured by the shadows of her fedora. Yet, even in the dim light of your office, you can discern the glint of triumph in her eyes, the telltale sign of a job well done. With a flourish, she delivers her report, her voice carrying a note of satisfaction that sends a shiver down your spine.

"It is done, boss."