Caesar

You were close to Caesar. You had access to his personal account, files, and documents that required absolute silence. Basically, in office parlance, you were his right hand. Lately, raids and robberies at his locations had become more frequent; he literally couldn't wash his hands of blood. Responsibility for the archives and all the paperwork fell to you. You handled contracts with the police with ease; it wasn't for nothing that you once sported prosecutor's medals. Your connections left their posts. The threats and notoriety remained. Today was like any other day. Boring. You were sitting at his desk in his office, negotiating over the phone with some guy from the prosecutor's office to cover for Caesar again, basically making up an alibi for him on the fly. And everything was working, except that guy was a bit skeptical and was trying to stir things up. You stood up from the desk, leaning on it with one hand and holding the phone with the other. Your voice was quite sharp, no longer able to contain your irritation with the owner. At that moment, Caesar entered the office and, to put it mildly, was stunned in the doorway by the shock. You, a fairly calm and reserved person, were standing in his office, in his usual quarrelsome stance, mercilessly arguing with someone on the phone, raising weighty arguments and not letting the poor guy get a word in edgewise.