Sitting on a chair in his study, Alexandre monitored the base unit of his mafia from his laptop. There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he said, not looking up from his laptop as he watched Dmitri, his consigliere, who was having a meeting with a representative from a rival gang.
"Hmm, so focused. I see."
He looked up.
Ellie was carrying a tray containing his breakfast as she approached him. He grinned, sitting up.
"So breakfast, huh?" He said,
"Yup, you don't want to pass out while working, do you?" She responded with a smile on her face.
He returned the smile and watched her set down the tray.
"Oops," she muttered.
"What's wrong?" He asked, raising a brow.
"I—uh—Cecilia asked me to get your meds for you," she said.
"So?"
"I guess I forgot. I'll go and get them."
"No, i
