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Boss Man's Baby
Scenario:I started working as an assistant for a company, unaware that it was owned by a mafia boss named Dominic Russo. He began showing unusual kindness toward me, while being cold to everyone else, including his family. My best friend, who also works there, told me that previous assistants didn't last long because Dominic was always rude to them. I’m still trying to understand why he’s so sweet to me. My friend thinks he likes me, but I can’t see why someone like him would be interested in me.
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Imogen Harper
She is an assistant at a company owned by a mafia boss. She is naive,determined,and sweet. Imogen was hired unaware of the company's mafia ties. Her best friend worked with her and provided her with inside information. Imogen faces questions about her past and deals with Dominic's unusual kindness,feeling like an outsider among her colleagues. Despite the tense atmosphere,she tries to excel in her role while grappling with her feelings for Dominic.
Dominic Russo
He is the mafia boss owning the company where Imogen works. He is enigmatic,intimidating,and courteous. Dominic shows unusual kindness to Imogen,defying his tough reputation. He remains distant and cold to others,especially his family. His past is shrouded in mystery,and he is haunted by it. Despite his authority,he cares for Imogen's wellbeing,providing her with a generous package to support her studies and living arrangements.
Ethan
He is Imogen's best friend working at the same company as her. He is witty,perceptive,and protective. Ethan warns Imogen about the mafia connections and keeps an eye on her,especially regarding Dominic's behavior. He provides humor and support,sharing his suspicions about Dominic's intentions. Despite the dangerous work environment,Ethan remains a source of levity and friendship for Imogen,helping her navigate the complex dynamics at work.
I started working here three months ago.
I had no idea the company was owned by a mafia boss.
My best friend, Ethan, also worked here and had warned me about the mafia connections, but I never thought it would affect me.
Three weeks ago, I found out Dominic Russo, the mafia boss owning the company, would be coming to visit.
I was assigned as his assistant for the duration of his stay.
From the moment he stepped into the building, everything changed.
Ethan told me how Dominic was known to be rude and cold to everyone.
Yet, from the very start, he was different with me.
He showed kindness and courtesy that no one else received.
Not even his family.
Previous assistants didn’t last long; they would leave after only a few days.
Ethan said it was because Dominic was so rude to them.
I still can’t understand why he’s being so sweet to me.
Maybe he really liked my personality?
During lunch break, I pulled Ethan into the empty conference room.
I checked twice to make sure no one was following us.
"Something is going on with Dominic," I said to him.
Ethan looked at me with his usual mischievous grin.
"What’s up?"
I took a deep breath before speaking.
"He brings me coffee every morning. He asked about my family. And he even offered to fund my graduate studies."
Ethan’s smile disappeared.
"Are you serious?"
I nodded.
"And that’s not all. Yesterday, when we were going through some documents, he touched my hand."
Ethan’s face darkened.
"That bastard. You have to be careful."
"Why? What’s wrong?"
Ethan sighed.
"His last assistant disappeared after getting too close to him."
I shook my head.
"That’s just a rumor."
"No, it’s not," Ethan said firmly.
"I heard it from a reliable source."
I didn’t know what to say.
My hands started shaking as I remembered how Dominic smiled at me this morning.
After work, I followed Ethan to his car in the dimly lit parking garage.
I was still trying to process what he had told me about the missing assistant.
Ethan checked his mirrors before pulling out of the parking spot.
"My uncle used to be a cop," he said.
"He retired after spending years investigating the Russo family."
I gripped my seatbelt tightly as Ethan took an unusual route home.
He made several turns through quiet neighborhoods, avoiding the main roads.
"Why are we taking this route?"
I asked, confused.
"Just a precaution," he replied, glancing in the rearview mirror.
I looked back too and noticed a black SUV following us at a distance.
Ethan's voice was barely a whisper as he said, "We need to disappear."
After three days of avoiding Dominic, I noticed his office light was still on at 9 PM.
Most employees had left for the day, and the building was quiet.
It was the perfect opportunity to search for proof about his former assistant.
I texted Ethan to keep watch while I snuck into Dominic's office.
I used the master key from the reception desk, my hands trembling as I unlocked his door.
I checked twice to make sure the hallway was empty before slipping inside.
I started with his desk drawers, photographing documents with my phone.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching.
I crouch behind Dominic's desk, my phone screen illuminating scattered papers as I type frantically to Ethan.
The footsteps grow louder, accompanied by male voices - Dominic and someone else.
My fingers tremble as I stuff the photographed documents back into the drawer.
Ethan replies with a thumbs-up emoji.
Seconds later, a loud crash echoes from the lobby, followed by shouting.
The footsteps stop, then hurry away from the office.
I crawl toward the emergency exit, wincing at every creak of the floorboards.
At the door, I pause, listening for movement.
Ethan's voice crackled through my earpiece, "That was me. You need to get out now."
I whispered back, "What did you do?"
"Pulled the fire alarm," he replied, urgency in his tone.
Pushing through the heavy emergency door, I stumble onto the metal stairwell.
The fire alarm's piercing shriek bounces off concrete walls, making my ears ring.
My phone buzzes - Ethan texting about meeting at the back entrance.
I grip the railing, taking steps two at a time, my dress shoes clanking against steel.
Three floors down, voices echo from above.
I freeze, recognizing Dominic's deep tone mixing with hurried footsteps.
Ducking into the fourth-floor hallway, I press against the wall, holding my breath.
The stairwell door above slams open.
My heart pounds as I scan the dimly lit hallway, remembering the building layout from orientation.
Emergency lights flicker, casting eerie shadows while distant sirens grow louder outside.
I pass empty cubicles, ducking low to stay hidden from the windows.
The sound of doors banging open behind me spurs me forward.
I spot the service stairwell sign at the far end, near the copy room.
Dominic's voice echoes from the main stairwell, ordering someone to check this floor.
I crawl past the break room, knocking over a trash can.
I scramble into the copy room and wedge myself between the industrial printer and supply cabinet.
Footsteps thunder past the door as I spot an odd seam in the linoleum floor beneath the paper storage.
Pushing aside boxes, I reveal a metal ring flush with the floor.
The voices grow closer as I grip the cold handle and pull, revealing a dark shaft with metal rungs descending into darkness.
A beam of light sweeps under the door.
Without time to think, I lower myself into the opening, easing the trapdoor shut above me.
The darkness envelops me as I descend, my feet finding the rungs with practiced precision.
A voice echoes from above, "Did you hear something down there?"
Another voice responds, "Nah, it's just the old pipes creaking. Let's keep moving."
I grip the cold metal rungs, inching down until my feet touch solid ground.
The shaft opens into a narrow concrete tunnel lit by dim emergency lights.
Water drips somewhere ahead, echoing off the walls.
I pull out my phone, using it as a flashlight while following the tunnel's curve.
The air grows fresher as I walk, and I spot a metal grate in the ceiling about fifty feet ahead.
Through the slots, I see trees swaying and afternoon sunlight filtering down.
My hands find a rusty lever beside the grate.
I hesitate, then hear Ethan's voice from above, "You down there, man?"
Relief floods through me as I call back, "Yeah, I'm here! What's going on up there?"
Ethan's reply is urgent, "Dominic's onto us; we need to get out now before he seals the exits!"
I wrap my fingers around the cold metal lever, testing its resistance.
The rusted hinges creak as I pull with all my strength, feeling my muscles strain.
Bits of rust and dirt rain down as the mechanism slowly gives way.
The grate above shifts with a grinding sound, revealing a widening slice of blue sky.
Branches sway overhead as I brace my feet on the highest rung, pushing the heavy grate fully open.
The metal groans in protest, threatening to slam shut again.
I quickly wedge my shoulder against it, fighting to keep the opening clear while maneuvering my body toward the forest floor above.
Ethan's voice carries down, filled with urgency, "Hurry up, man, I can hear Dominic's guys getting closer."
I grunt as I push myself through the gap, "I'm trying, but this thing's heavier than it looks!"
He reaches down, grabbing my arm to help pull me up, "Once you're out, we head straight for the river—it's our best shot at losing them."
I scramble out, my hands gripping Ethan's as he pulls me into the daylight.
We break into a sprint, our feet pounding the soft earth.
Glancing back, I see Dominic's men emerging from the building, their shouts echoing through the trees.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as we reach the riverbank.
Ethan points to a small boat tied to a tree, "There! Jump in!"
I hesitate for a moment, looking at the water, then back at our pursuers.
Ethan urges, "Come on, we don't have time to think about it!"
I nod, adrenaline surging as I leap into the boat, "Alright, let's go!"
As Ethan unties the rope, he mutters, "If we make it downriver, we'll have a chance to disappear for good."
I grab the oars and start rowing furiously, propelling us downriver with every stroke.
Ethan sits at the back, keeping watch for Dominic's men.
The boat rocks as I struggle against the current, my arms burning with effort.
I glance back to see Ethan scanning the riverbanks, his face tense.
The shouts of our pursuers grow fainter, but I don't slow down.
Ethan points ahead, "There's a bend up ahead. We can hide there."
As I row, my arms burning with effort, I notice a figure on the riverbank.
They're waving at us, gesturing toward a hidden path that leads into the dense woods.
I squint, trying to make out who it is, but the figure remains obscured by shadows.
Ethan leans forward, "Who is that?"
I shake my head, "I don't know, but they seem to be trying to tell us something."
He narrows his eyes, "Do you think we can trust them?"
I hesitate, unsure of what to do.
Ethan looks at me seriously, "We don't have many options left. If this person can help us escape, we should take the chance."
Slowly, I steer the boat toward the riverbank.
The mysterious figure watches us closely as we approach.
My heart races with anticipation and fear.
As we draw closer, the figure steps into the light, revealing a familiar face.
Ethan's eyes widen in shock, "Lena? What are you doing here?"
She glances nervously over her shoulder, "There's no time to explain—just follow me if you want to get out of this alive."
She hands me a worn map, her finger tracing a path along the river.
"This is where we'll find our ticket out of here. The treasure that Dominic has been searching for."
As we follow her along the riverbank, the darkness broken only by the flickering light of our flashlights, she explains how she discovered the treasure's existence.
Her voice is low and urgent, barely audible over the sound of rushing water.
"I was digging through some old documents in the archives when I stumbled upon a reference to an ancient treasure hidden deep within these woods. I knew it had to be the same one Dominic was after."
Ethan studies the map intently, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"How did you know where to find it?"
Lena gestures toward a small mark on the map, "There's a symbol here that matches one I found on an old scroll. I'm sure it's a clue to its location."
As we continue along the riverbank, I can see Dominic's men searching for us on the opposite bank.
Their flashlights sweep back and forth across the water, casting eerie shadows on the trees.
Lena glances nervously at them, "We need to move quickly if we want to stay ahead of them."
She leads us into the dense forest, pushing aside thick branches and fighting our way through undergrowth.
