My Sweet Mafia Heiress

"The list of the personnel that I give you is notorious, so bear with caution. Your safety is the sure thing you will need. I do not want anything to be exposed. I do not want any media or paparazzi that will chase us or our subject. I want it discreetly. However, reserve that guy for me."

Her eyes glazed upon the folder with a few mugshots. The grin that hints in her eyes is sweet yet murderous. Hence hate cannot be seen in her. Mc Gregor, Franzlie the youngest daughter of Arthur Mc Gregor.

"I want reports at my table by tomorrow afternoon when I get back here. There are important matters I need to attend to. And before I forget one of our shipments to my project is coming. I want you to supervise it so that no one will cut off the delay of the said shipment. Monitor the tracking itself and report it to me when it comes."

Taking a stand as she picks up her blackish-gray trench coat after the instruction that she had stated to them. Franz strolls out to the basement with her subordinate.

History is written in their name. They are the oldest and the grandest mafia generation that set up at the Southern Silla. Hence, their name has not been tarnished for their good reputation. From the time founded and raised excellence and arduous work, add up dedication among people and towards others is the vision and mission of the organization. However, there are times that are blinded by greed and hunger for power. Yet, punishment awaits anyone that breaks the rule.

Her features resemble her father's. Arthur Mc Gregor a business tycoon that owns half of the multimillion-dollar businesses around the globe. Yet, her youngest daughter Franzlie Mc Gregor loves to hang out at an orphanage. She is jovial seeing kids that run from here to there. Playing among them and telling stories during siesta hour.

"Hey, be careful. You may get hurt from running." The attention of the little boys and girls has been called and gathered around her. A beam of a smile flashes upon her beautiful face. She is twenty-seven turning twenty-eight in the coming months.

"Miss Franz, are we invited to your party on your birthday?" The little girl asked her innocently while staring at her.

Franzlie winked at the little child and replied, "of course, you are all invited to my party, it is an honor to have you there." She ruffled the hair of the little girl as the girl ran inside the hall and announced the great news to her fellow orphan. Contentment and bliss filled her heart seeing the kid's jovial faces. Pure innocence speaks through their eyes.

A girl in the pink dress mutters "I'll present a piece that I've been practicing for a month as a gift for Miss Franz birthday. Although, I have a feeling she would love it or not." A melancholy voice mumbles her feelings.

A kid beside her encourages her to play the piece. "Hey, surely Miss Franz will love how you play the piano for her. So, don't be sad"

The little girl beams a smile and nods at him. On the other side few teenage boys and girls that they call themselves as Movers, are doing choreography for a dance number.

"We are ready to rock the dance floor for Miss Franz's birthday and we would like her to join us at the end of the number."

"Mine will be the flowers that bloom on my flower beds. They are all ready for harvest." The tan teenager in blue and white clad replied. "And there are a few more things at the plant beds that are already for harvesting, I will add them up for Miss Franz."

That is softer of her. As the heir of the said organization, she keeps her profile low. So, it is not a hassle for her to go places. Although her father does not agree with her. Fatherly instinct always comes for her safety.

"Papa, I'm old enough to oversee myself. I am not the lame girl that I used to be like before so, chill nothing will happen to me. A driver and a chaperone are fine with me." She says it directly to her father.

Her father Arthur just shakes his head upon hearing what she had stated. "I'm not content with what you're asking for. And I am thinking further for your own safety. You know I can't trust someone for your safety" her father explained.

Franz

"Uhm, Papa, can we hold two receptions for my birthday? I would like to celebrate with the kids at the Little Shepherd Orphanage.

Her father raises a brow, let us see and you should arrange it yourself on how you will be going to make it happen. I will support you no matter what silly idea you have in your head.

At her seat, she crosses in the direction of her father and gives him a hug. "Thank you, Father, I'll be busy for a couple of days preparing for the event in the orphanage. I want other personnel to run errands for me Father, if you have someone in your men to lend me help. She looks at her father with a puppy's eye and her father laughs aloud at her gaze.

"Yes, I have one in mind, and he is one of our butlers. I hired him several years ago and I know he's smart and diligent for you. He will be here to meet you since you love to play around with the kids in the orphanage. But I hope you will not forget that you should give me grandkids as well.

Franz's face became red as she was told by her father. "Papa, don't tell me you want me to get married after my birthday?" she rolled her eyes and got up and to the other seat.

"Of course, I want you to be happy and have children of your own. And you know this man is not getting any younger anymore, so I need you to settle as well. My knees aren't capable of too much work at the office since you have your own."

Arthur's tender gaze on her while patting her hands however he let out a chuckle as he stared at his daughter.

"I will be happy when those times come. Alright enough with all this sentiment I need to go now I have a brunch meeting with our investors in the construction company. And do not forget at six pm tonight at my office, I have someone for you to meet and know."

Franz hugs her father as a farewell, "I will be their father and I have some meetings as well."

She walks back to her room ascending the stairs, her phone vibrates with a call from her secretary, Macy. The name that flashes on the screen.

"Hello, good morning, ma'am. I just want you to remind me that the lunch meeting with Mr. Brown has been moved to three pm in the afternoon. They rescheduled the meeting because Mr. Brown had an emergency in regard to his sick mother and he sent flowers as an apology. And there are documents that need your review and to be signed as well. I do arrange the event coordinator in regard to your upcoming party at the orphanage. That's all for today ma'am."

Franz pauses for a while to think about something, "Macy, order a basket of fruits for Mrs. Brown and send my regards to get well soon. Call Mr. Brown and pass a message that we can reschedule the meeting when her mother is all fine. It's a formality we must exchange in that meeting. And thank you, I will be there at the office, anything that may come just send me a call."

She hung up and entered her room. Franz walks to her closet and picks a casual dress for today. Then after she jumps into the shower and enjoys her hot bath. Minutes later, she walks out wrapped with a towel on her body and head. The lassie dries up herself and dresses up. She gives a twirl after dressing up as she glances at herself in the mirror. She applies light makeup that suits her aura. Thirty minutes she's all done with preparing herself, she takes her bag and slings it to her shoulder, and walks out to her room.

Before she descends on the stairs her phone buzzes to vibrate with a call. She slips it into her bag and answers the call.

"Hello, good morning, this is Franz Mc Gregor. Is there anything I can do for you?"

A baritone voice replies to her, "Hi good morning to you too. I'm Drystan Lynne Brown, I would like to thank you for the fruit basket you have sent my mother. She appreciates your sweetness.

A pleasant morning to deal with a smile upon her face. Her mood is light as a feather, it's good as the ray of light that sunshine upon her. The feeling of being appreciated for the deed she does and she's like that to others uplifts the heavy mood and would brighten the day ahead.

Franz took the keys to one of her favorite big bikes. She pulls the helmet from the rack and puts the gear on her head. Moments later she rolled out of the garage heading to the central district of Silla where her office is located.

She parked her bike at the entrance of the threshold and tossed the key to her valet attendant.

"Good morning, Miss Franz, and the gorgeous ride you have here. And don't worry I will keep it safe." A jolly greeting from the valet attendant.

She takes off her helmet and gives it to him as well. "Good morning" She walked past and headed to the foyer. But before the door closes, Macy squeezes herself in.

"Morning, Miss Franz" a petite lady greeted her once more. Few files of folders she has in hand.

Franz gazed at her and tilted her head. If there's anything for me just send it to my desk and I don't want someone to interrupt me at my office. If my father relays a message to me that will count as urgent notice and looks for an excellent suit for me, I have dinner with my father at 6 pm. Remind me, please.

Soon they get out of the foyer, and she walks straight to her office. Franz put her bag down and took off her coat. She scans the mail that is being set on her table while she switches on the computer in front of her. Macy suddenly jumps in with a coffee and some pastries on the basket that she sets on her side table.

"Miss Franz, here's your coffee and I brought you pastries too." She nods and smiles at her lady boss before she exits at the door.

Meanwhile at the hospital, a middle-aged woman is lying in bed with an IV that is attached to her hands and oxygen to her nose to help her breathe. A man watches the lady that is being laid on the bed as he holds her hands.

"Mum gets well soon and beats whatever illness you are battling. I promise that I'll do everything you say just to be alright and always be healthy. I don't know how I will live without you. You are the one and only I have, I want you to meet the someone that I love, and I guess I found her.

She's a beauty but her eyes do talk about her otherwise. Behind those cold auras she had, there's a demeanor that's so gentle and sweet. And one thing that she did for you is she sends you a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket as she wishes you to get well soon. I want you to meet her one day when you are not here at the hospital and when you recover as well.

And you know what mum, she's the girl that I'll be having a business meeting with, but I canceled it because you need me more than our business and she does understand me. Do you think I should investigate her background so I can know her better?

Drystan keeps telling things to his mum and he knows deep in his heart that his mum knows that she will be glad that he finds someone that can make him smile and someone to be loved by him. The only thing that his mum asked him to do was to focus on something other than business.

Drystan Lynne Brown, a hunk of the business world. He creates his name by taking and making projects from every bidding he gets. His looks are just ordinary but his qualities in terms of business do tell otherwise. He may look vulnerable but he's a badass lad in some ways.

Still a bachelor at twenty-seven, he's not a snub nor picky but he doesn't like being chased by the girls and he doesn't like to flirt as well. He is a straightforward guy, with all business on his head. And he forgot the leisure part of life because of seriousness.

The door of the ward opens, and two chaps enter. A man in his fifties but still a good-looking gent and the attending physician of the lady that lays on the hospital bed in her slumber. The physician walks over to his patient and takes her vitals as he jots down the chart he is holding.

"Mr. Brown, your mum is out of danger already; is that you need to tell her not to do anything heavy that may cause her fatigue? Because her heart is too frail to do vigorous work. Her body can't take that anymore. And by the way, meet Mr. Mc Gregor of Mafia de Mc Gregor. He is the one that brought your mum here."

The doctor explains calmly to Drystan. He lends his hand for a handshake and mutters his appreciation for helping his mother. The doctor left a few prescriptions of medicine for his patient before he exited the ward. Drystan takes the prescription and mutters his thanks to the attending physician. Right then after he offers a seat for his guest, and he takes the other seat in front of him.

"Have a seat and I appreciate your kindness to my mum. She doesn't mention to me that my mum got a friend from the mafia community. And it's a pleasure to meet sir."

The old chap chuckles at him and says, "I love how your mum raises you into a fine and decent gent. I have no doubt that you and my daughter will have a good and harmonious relationship in the future. And it's no big deal helping your mum because she's good to me as well."

Arthur folds his hands into his arms as he sits back on the sofa. On the other hand, Drystan is amused by the words that the old chap said. And he is having some thoughts about why the old chap is being close to his mum. He gazed back at him and doubted if he would ask or not something about the acquaintance of his mum to the old chap.

"Drystan, is your name, right?" Arthur stared at him directly. He just nods his head.

One day you will know about me, why I'm being close to your mum and what's my relationship with her. But you should take care of your mum for me and for my daughter. I want your mum to meet her one day. Be patient and you will know in time. And I can't stay for long because my daughter is waiting for me at home. She will make me dinner and I love that when she spoils me with all her cooking. And I'll be looking for a day that you and your mother will be a visitor in my abode. That will be a pleasure."

After bidding goodbye to the old chap Drystan is holding a card given by him with all the questions that run through his head. He looks at his mother who is still laying on the bed unconscious.

The proprietor of the establishment was piqued by the disturbance in the restroom. He asked one of the servers what was going on. The next thing he knew, the manager walked out, limping like a duck. The proprietor was taken aback and wondered what had happened.

"What happened to you, Manager Lee?" What is the point of your sobbing and limping? Did you experience bullying? " Drystan asks his manager a few inquiries. He feels awful for him, but now is not the time to draw conclusions about what happened to him.

Drystan tries to calm Manager Lee, but the manager persists to wail like a brat, drawing additional attention from the diners. The buzzing whispers surrounding Drystan irritate him, but he tries to remain calm.

"An aggressive man confronts me and one of our waiters, Sir Drystan," he says, "and he is accompanied by other thugs and an old dad who does not know how to control his son."

The manager approaches him. Drystan, on the other hand, is irritated by what his boss said. He does not mind approaching diners and greeting them. Other guests are owed for the meal that has been provided to them, which makes Drystan proud of the hard work he is striving to achieve.

"Are you alright, dear?" You have not been hit or anything? Do you still want to dine here, or would you rather try something else? "Arthur is worried about his daughter. "Right now, my sense tells me that a storm is approaching because of that arrogant management."

Arthur shrugs his shoulders and motions his hand, and a server approaches him. The server nods and returns to the kitchen to confirm their orders. An old fella instructs his subordinates to be on the alert for his daughter.

"I feel terrific, Papa, and I believe you have already ordered food." "I am already hungry," Franzlie said to his father. She seems unconcerned about what occurred in the restroom earlier.

"That is fantastic; the meal will be here in a few minutes." I know you are, just be patient." His father looked at her with admiration.

"Oh god, Papa you are fangirling again," Franzlie says softly, rolling her eyes. They do not notice when someone arrives at their table carrying a tray with their requested meal. Yet, Arthur recognizes him right away.

"It is a small world, and I do not expect you to work here." "Pleasantly surprised to see you once more, Drystan." The mafia lord laughs and appreciates him for his efforts in serving him.

Drystan is surprised to find Arthur in his diners. "No, Sir Arthur, it is a pleasure to see you again; please pardon me for not recognizing that you are dining with your son here." Please do so and enjoy your meal; this will be billed on the house."

Franzlie gazed back and forth to his father and to the man who stood beside her. She taps her fingers on the table to attract her father's attention which has been seen by her father.

Oh!!! I would like to meet you, my daughter, here. She's right behind you. This is her idea to eat out since she's busy with work as well." The old man walks over to her and introduces her.

"Franzlie met my friend's son Drystan Lynne Brown."

The man extends his hand to her, and she enthusiastically shakes it. Franzlie is delighted to know that his father has a colleague at her age. She furrowed her brow as she contemplated the individual with whom she would have a luncheon meeting. Nevertheless, before she can inquire about anything, the manager rushes over to their table and begins slandering them.

"That is the one who bullies me and one of our servers," says the manager, pointing his finger at Franzlie. "He beats up the other server and me in the vicinity of the

restroom." And these are all his thugs count that old man because that's his father and who are going to eat and won't pay their bill. We have to get rid of them, Sir."

All of them are stunned by what the manager is spouting about. Drystan on the other hand feels embarrassed slandering his guests. In front of him.

"Manager Lee, do apologize to our guests right away!!! " With authoritarian in his voice as he attempts to collect himself and calm down. "I will not say anything else." You make snap judgments about our guests. Do apologize to the lady and her father. Now!!! "

The manager is taken aback by what Drystan has articulated. He laughs maniacally. Franzlie takes her seat but she opts to lose her patience. The stern aura of his father is visible yet, she shakes her head and softly rubs her nose. She motions to be calm and she can handle the man. Franzlie nods her head lightly.

"I am not going to apologize to these thugs." These folks are unaware of proper decorum. They will just swindle your establishment. And he is the same dude that beat me and the server in the restroom earlier. As a result, I do not need to apologize to them."

"I am warning you, Manager Lee, to offer one final apology before it is too late." If something were to happen to you, I could not vouch for you. You should be aware of who you are insulting."

Drystan shakes his head; he knows his boss is a hard-headed guy. He is urged to apologize, but it is in vain. When she butts in on their conversation, Franzlie motions with her hands to Drystan..

"Now, may I remind you, Manager Lee, that you are the one who wants to assault me and the waiter who wants to serve us earlier?" Franzlie folds her arms and stares the manager in the eyes.

"The CEO himself has told you to apologize. You, on the other hand, take the position that I harass you and one of the servers here. Do you have any evidence that I abused you? " She lifted her brows, questioning the manager, who made a nasty expression and glared at her.

"How could you slender me in front of my boss?" You are the one who started this mess, and you are blaming me for it. You do not know who I am, punk. A piece of garbage like you should be imprisoned for defrauding our establishment."

When she severely stares at them, one of the bodyguards makes a stance, but she lets him sit down. The manager rushes to her side and smacks her across the face. Arthur made a fist, but her daughter's action says differently. The old mafia lord's wrath is still restrained.

"How come you are not charging at me when you are angry?" You did beat me up, did not you? " The manager is making a mockery of her and provoking her. "I should have informed the cops sooner so you and your thugs could be arrested."

"Well, by all means, summon the cops and let us see who gets arrested among us." Please keep in mind that you'll by no means be sorry for calling the cops."

The lassie chills on her seats, she doesn't mind being slapped on her face. To her it's nothing but for her father that's a disgrace and disrespect that may cause the manager's life.