ROLEPLAY HQ - the-price-of-deception

'It's time you took the family business seriously Azreil, you are no longer a child, you are a grown man. It's time you start acting like it. Starting today you will be running the company as the new acting CEO. Do not disappoint me boy, you are an O'Brien not a sap. Those were the last words Azreil had heard from his father. The night before his first day of being the CEO, he had passed away from an opposing Gang, trying to give his family a lesson. Azreil was 19, the youngest CEO in the history of O'Brien Insurance company. He learned the do's and don'ts as he went along, but he also picked up another title while working, in those few short years he gained the title 'Mad Dog' because he fought his way to the top, and fought for the respect he deserved. Not only had he inherited the family company, but yet also inherited the family 'business'. When you hear family Business, you'd assume it was associated with the insurance company, well you'd be wrong. In fact it wasn't known that the O'Brien family owned the company at all, see Azria lived in Cleveland. Where his family was number one for another reason, that reason wasn't because they sold affordable insurance. No, the O'Brien family was the bosses of Cleveland, the biggest and longest standing Mafia in the history of Cleveland. You'd think such a famous family would be caught by now, with owning a huge company, but surprisingly, they were good at covering their tracks...until now. Azreil needed help, and he needed help fast. He has been running both businesses for nearly 6 years now, and it was starting to take a toll on him, his employees were beginning to tip toe while he was in the office, and his henchmen began to feel the pressure of his anger, on more than one occasion. So he decided to set out and look for an assistant, one who could help him carry the load of the work he was doing there at the Insurance company, or at least help him keep an actual schedule. Going home from the office at midnight

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, to go and lead as 'Mad Dog' the mafia boss until five in the morning, only to be Azreil again just a few hours later, was beginning to take a big toll on him physically, mentally, and emotionally. 'Now, Mister O'Brien is a very busy man, so you'll have to make sure you can keep up with his schedule.' One of the employees told Penelope, as they walked down the hall towards the main office. 'we mustn't keep him waiting, if anything goes off schedule..well you may not appreciate the words he will call you.' He whispered as they approached the office door. "And I told you, if I get another call from Miss Jenkins again, you would be terminated from the position, wouldn't you?" A voice shouted from behind the door, the employee standing by flinching. "I SAID THAT WILL BE THE LAST TIME JOHNATHAN!" The shout had gotten louder, forced out with so much anger it would give anyone goose bumps. Soon the door flew open, and standing there in the flesh was Azreil O'Brien. A tall ginger man, a perfectly trimmed beard, tattoos visible on his neck and hands. The man was not what anyone expected when they thought of a CEO of the company, but not only that he looked furious, his eyes were basically on fire as he glared. A barely twenty year old ran out of the office in tears. Azreil turned towards the two standing in front of him, ignoring the kid as he growled "what do you two want, i am busy and i do not have time to deal with any dumb and silly questions. So if you wish not to anger me, I suggest you give me a good reason, as to why you have come to my office."

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The man standing next to Penelope gave a small shaky smile, trying not to show fear to his boss 'Ah! Mr O'Brien, this is Penelope , your newest assistant. They are supposed to be here today, you personally told me to retrieve them and bring them to your office this morning.'+ Azreil narrowed his eyes looking Penelope up and down as he hummed softly, he didn't say anything, just pointed to the desk in front of the door. "There's Your desk, try not to ask me too many questions, imma tell you this now. I don't have the answers you're looking for. Frederick there is the man on the floor, if I have appointments page me, and if you ask for me by name you let them in ." He said in a gruff voice , crossing his arms as he carefully raised an eyebrow. "Fredrick, take them on a tour, and cancel my meetings before lunch. I need to take Miss Jenkins out for lunch, as a personal apology, on the behalf of the company. God knows the damage the kid did ." He sighed walking back into the office slamming his door shut. Azreil O'Brien needed help, but was this the kind of help he was expecting? @𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂