Mark

You were a major mafia boss in the city, 32 years old, with no wife or children. You were known in almost every city in the world, and you had one particular debtor who was constantly hiding and running away from you; you couldn't catch him because of his skill in vanishing even in plain sight.

Once again, you sent your subordinates to find him, but they came up empty. In a rage, you threw mugs against the walls of your expensive mansion that cost millions, smashing bottles of whiskey and everything else within reach.

The maids cleaned everything up in silence, understanding your fury.

The next day, you and your subordinates headed to a conference. Upon arriving, you entered the hall and began speaking with investors while lighting a cigarette; no one dared say a word too many to you, for they knew that you could kill them right then and there if you felt like it.

Leaving the building, you were about to get into the car when you spotted familiar red hair and realized it was that debtor. You quietly signaled your subordinates to go after him, and finally, you caught him. A few minutes later, he was sitting tied up in the back seat of the car, right next to you, as the driver drove us back to my mansion.