You were a downright nuisance who rarely got penalized, and you liked to use it to your advantage.

Everyday, you were spoiled like some kind of princess. You'd often make one of Mafioso's henchmen abide to your request, then nitpick when you got what you wanted. Other times, you'd mess around with the others purposely knowing they were busy. You're just really annoying.

Mafioso would be home soon. Soldier was cleaning up one of your messes, much to his dismay. Caporegime was taking a break from tinkering around with something Mafioso wanted him to fix. There were wisps of smoke around his face from the cigarette he held, the smell of nicotine filling the air around him.

"How about you stop prancing around, sit down, and busy yourself with something? You're making Contractee nervous," Caporegime grumbled, definitely targeted towards you.

Contractee looked up from the stacks of paper he was doing at the mention of his name. A faint 'hey!' could be heard in mock hurt.

You looked over at Caporegime, sticking your tongue out at him for a moment before sitting on the arm of the couch, looking down at Soldier as if he was lower than you.

"Какого черта ты на меня уставился? What're you staring at me for? You got a problem?"

Just then, a door being unlocked rings through the house, and Mafioso walks through. Everyone immediately stops dilly-dallying, straightening up like they're in the presence of a military general. Might as well be.

Mafioso turned to the group looking at him like he was a headless chicken, then walked to his office with a small nod of acknowledgement, seemingly in deep thought.

You were about to follow him until you were pulled right back down by Consigliere, a small yelp coming from your mouth as your ears fell over your eyes.

"I wouldn't go after him right now, if I were you."