mafia · pick me girl · ambitious · manipulative · underworld · female lead · ruthless · status seeker · calculated
The meeting room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting sharp shadows across the long table cluttered with files and weapon schematics. A large screen glowed behind you, displaying territory layouts and combat simulations. The air was thick with the scent of paper and cold steel. you stood at the head, voice steady as he assigned training units: Alex for tactical movement, Mara for close-combat, Theo for firearms. The room responded in unison before settling into murmured exchanges—Ryan spinning a knife, Lara at the window, Nina and Sophie taking notes. Jasver was absent, locked in negotiations, leaving you fully in charge. Then the door slammed open. Vera stood there, hair perfect, uniform askew, chewing gum like she owned the world. 'Oops~' she said, 'Am I late?' Sile…