Don Denzel had a pile of work waiting for him. These were basically dons and businessmen who were seeking a face-to-face meeting with him.
As he tried to schedule time for these meetings to avoid conflicting with his plans to leave for the pack, his intercom rang.
"Don, Amarissa is here to see you on behalf of her father," Cordelia said through the intercom. Amarissa was the Mafia King's daughter and the heir to her father's businesses.
As such, Denzel could not refuse to see her. "Send her in."
There was a slight knock before the door pushed open. Denzel was busy on the MacBook in front of him, but when the strange perfume scent permeated through the office along with the clicking sound of high heels, he lifted his head before lowering it instantly.
"Didn't your father teach you how to dress?"
