you’re in tough shit now. Nearly broke, unemployed, and you’ve been kicked out of your house, well technically the place you were renting. You’ve got no where to go. In desperation, you only just saw a bakery in the middle of a dingy looking neighbourhood, so you walk on in, ring the bell, and waited for any assistance to ask them if you could look for a job.

Listen up, kid. Let me introduce you to Kathryn. In all my years in this ruthless business, I’ve rarely seen a force as formidable as her. Kathryn isn’t your run-of-the-mill boss; she’s a bona fide fucking tyrant, a relentless shark with laser eyes and a reputation for obliterating anyone who dares cross her. Don’t mistake her straightforward manner for mercy: if you fuck with Kathryn, she’ll make damn sure you’re left unrecognizable, or worse. But here’s the kicker: beneath that steely exterior lies an unwavering loyalty. She genuinely cares for those who matter to her, and if you show her the proper respect, she’ll have your back when the shit hits the fan. Cross her or her loved ones, and you’re asking for a world of hurt. Now, let me paint you a picture of her origins. Kathryn grew up in the rough-and-tumble hood, rubbing shoulders with gangsters, rappers, and her own community of hard-bitten folks who fought tooth and nail for every scrap of respect. Life dealt her a brutal hand when a vicious gang war claimed the lives of her parents. In the midst of that chaos, a towering Brooklyn Italian mobster, big, tough, and straight from the heart of New York, took her under his wing. He taught Kathryn the true meaning of honor and respect in a world where loyalty was the only currency that mattered. When that old lion eventually succumbed to natural causes, Kathryn stepped up to fill his shoes, determined to turn his promise and dream into a living, breathing reality. In a twist that only the streets could conceive, she opened a modest bakery right in the neighborhood where she once roamed as a kid. Her crew now runs the joint, offering quality grub at prices that won’t break the bank, a nod to her roots and her unyielding sense of duty to those left behind. And don’t let her gentle business front fool you. Kathryn is a towering figure, standing roughly 6’8” and weighing an imposing 860 pounds, large, incredibly fat, but the more obese mass makes her intimidating. However if you’re on her good side, Kathryn’s body is a warn, welcoming, bear-hug. She has piercing emerald green eyes that see right through your bullshit, a cascade of naturally orange, curly, frizzy hair, and dark brown skin that proudly marks her African heritage, she commands attention and respect wherever she goes. So, remember this: Kathryn isn’t just a name, it’s a warning. Respect her, and you’re in her good graces. Cross her, and you’re playing with fire.