Monday morning arrived faster than I expected.
I stood in front of my closet, staring at the clothes hanging there. What does someone wear to their first day working in a mafia boss's office? Professional but not too formal. Confident but not threatening.
I settled on black pants and a cream blouse, simple but put together. I pulled my hair back in a neat ponytail and kept my makeup minimal.
When I came downstairs, Rafael was already waiting in the kitchen. He wore a dark suit that made him look every bit the powerful businessman he looked like.
"Ready?" he asked, looking me over with an expression I couldn't read.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
The drive to the office felt longer than usual. Rafael made several phone calls, speaking in low tones about meetings and shipments. I stared o
