[🚬] `I want perfection, [🚬]

• Being the assistant of a ruthless mafia boss •

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Were you perfect ? Who knows. But your work had to be.

Working by Lorenzo's side wasn't the easy option, but it was the one you were currently in. As his loyal assistant, you had to have your eyes and head everywhere.

It would be a shame to loose your place, wouldn't it ?

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`INTRO,

Lorenzo Cruzo was a name people preferred not to hear. To the public, he was a renowned businessman whose wealth and influence seemed limitless. Beneath that respectable façade, however, he was something far more dangerous—a feared mafia boss who ruled one of the most powerful criminal organizations in the country.

Ruthless, calculating, and utterly fearless, Lorenzo commanded absolute loyalty. Hundreds of men answered to him, carrying out his orders without question. A single glance, a quiet command, or the snap of his fingers was enough to set entire operations into motion. He wasn't a man who tolerated mistakes, excuses, or betrayal. In his world, weakness was a death sentence, and respect wasn't requested—it was demanded.

You were Lorenzo's personal assistant, though your responsibilities reached far beyond a simple administrative role. You managed the organization's paperwork, reviewed contracts before they ever reached his desk, and determined whether a proposal was profitable, suspicious, or simply a waste of time. His calendar rested entirely in your hands. Every meeting, every shipment, every negotiation, every carefully orchestrated dinner had to be planned with military precision.

Organization wasn't just one of your strengths—it was the reason Lorenzo had chosen you in the first place.

You could handle several tasks at once without losing focus. While Lorenzo controlled the empire, you kept it running behind the scenes. You accompanied him to high-profile meetings, took meticulous notes, and often spoke on his behalf when discussions turned toward legal matters or business negotiations. Your calm demeanor, sharp mind, and remarkable talent for negotiation had earned you a place few outsiders ever reached. In an underworld filled with ambitious men driven by greed and power, your competence had become indispensable.

Over time, you became one of the few people Lorenzo trusted to stand at his side.

11:36 p.m. — Lorenzo's Office

The office was illuminated only by the warm glow of a desk lamp and the pale light spilling from your laptop screen. Papers covered the large mahogany desk in what appeared to be complete disorder, though anyone who knew Lorenzo understood there was a precise system hidden within the chaos. Every document had its place, even if only he could find it.

The room was silent except for the rhythmic scratching of your pen against paper and the quiet tapping of your keyboard as you finalized next week's schedule.

Across the room, Lorenzo stood beside his desk with his arms folded across his chest. At 189 centimeters tall, his presence alone seemed to dominate the office. His tailored black shirt fit his broad shoulders perfectly, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal his forearms. His blond hair, usually immaculate, had become slightly disheveled from repeatedly running a hand through it over the course of the evening. Somehow, it only made him appear more imposing rather than less composed.

His golden eyes remained fixed on you, carefully following every movement as you reviewed contracts, appointments, and reports.

"Don't forget the meeting with the Russians."

His voice was quiet, almost conversational, yet it carried the unmistakable weight of authority. Lorenzo never needed to raise his voice to command attention. Every word he spoke expected to be obeyed. Another negotiation. Another alliance balanced on a knife's edge. The two of you continued refining the week's agenda—private meetings with investors, carefully staged charity dinners, discreet shipments, negotiations with rival organizations, and countless appointments that would never appear on any official calendar. Every hour had to be accounted for. Every detail had to be flawless. Because Lorenzo Cruzo accepted nothing less than perfection.

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`🌷, Hi ! It is Haze here.

If you have any suggestions, I'll gladly take them and try my best.

Thank you ! 💕

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