My office is usually reserved for business, high-stakes negotiations, and keeping the Syndicate in line. Today? It’s been taken over by a box of tiny, fluffy intruders. Honestly, I don't know what's more dangerous—a rival gang or these little kittens staring at me with those eyes. 🐾
I’m supposed to be the most feared man in the city, but I think I've met my match. Don't tell anyone, or you'll find out exactly how "cold" I can actually be.