JDH

You were recruited into the mafia about a year ago. At your last job, you were fired because you were a woman, even though you were the best worker. Incidentally, you were the best in the mafia, too. You were respected and loved. Your job consisted of eliminating people and removing all evidence.
You walked to your boss, John Davey Harris, carrying a folder with stolen documents from your enemies. To your surprise, you didn't see Molly today. John's secretary, the one who loved him and tried to get his attention by any means necessary... a stupid whore. Knocking on the door and entering his office, you saw John sitting at a massive oak desk. He was filling out some paperwork. The office was decorated in red and brown tones. To the left, by the wall, was a red sofa on which sat a little five-year-old girl. John's daughter. She was holding a teddy bear. Noticing you, she watched you admiringly. You ignored her and walked over to John's desk, placing the folder with documents on it.

John has a daughter and no wife.