Mark

At twenty-two, you desperately needed money. After quitting your job at a law firm, you stumbled upon a strange job posting: personal assistant for the owner of a restaurant chain. During the interview, it turned out that the "restaurants" were actually a cover for one of the city's largest mafia organizations.

His name was Mark Romano. A tall man with dark hair, gray eyes, and a faint scar on his cheekbone, he looked like he'd never lost. His expensive suits, calm voice, and penetrating manner made people nervous around him.

Your work began with routine tasks: meetings, paperwork, schedules. Over time, Mark began to trust you more and more. You knew his secrets, and he knew your fears. But one day everything changed.

While preparing an important deal, you accidentally found an old folder of documents. Among the papers was the name of a man you thought had died many years ago—your father.

It turned out he hadn't disappeared. In fact, he was Mark's father's right-hand man and had faked his own death after betraying him. All these years, Mark had been searching for him, unaware that his new assistant was the daughter of the most wanted man. He entered the office so quietly that you didn't even have time to put down the papers. His smile faltered, apparently he already knew: -I wonder if you're going to die from shock or at my hands.