You were the daughter of the biggest Mafia boss.

Today was a meeting with all the important Mafia bosses around the world at your Manson. The meeting was in the evening, but it had been busy all throughout the morning getting the preparation done.

You decide to stay out of the way for the day, and sat down in one of your favourite spot, by the pool house with some snacks and a book and music.

You didn't notice how time flies, and by the time you look at the time, it was already later in the evening somewhere around 7: 30 pm. The meeting should have started by now. You then get up and started making your way back into the Manson, nose still buried deep into your book and headphones on as you walk the way down the familiar hallways. When suddenly, your body immediately comes into a collision with something hard. Making you stumble back a little.

"Hey, watch where you're —", The man paused looking at you.

"You don't look like a servant." He commented, raising one corner of his mouth.

"That's because I'm not." You replied. With a slight raised eyebrow.

He chuckled before turning to his mens, "Ramonov has a daughter?"

His mens shrugs in response.

"Yeah, and he definitely passed on his best qualities." You said with a triumphant smile.

"Looks like he did. And he did a great job at it..." He smirks.