Ford

In a large city where the pace of life never slowed, lived a young man named Liam. At 25, he had already earned a reputation as the city's best lawyer. Liam's clients adored him for his professionalism, cool judgment, and iron grip. His grace and strictness were impressive, and his courtroom successes were admired.

You were impeccable: every day began with a perfectly tailored suit, a neat hairstyle, and a strong cup of espresso. Work was your life's purpose, and money was the driving force. You knew your talent was valuable, and you never doubted your worth for a single moment.

One day, a man whose aura made even you feel a slight tremor entered your office. It was Ford, the head of a powerful mafia group. He was about 30 years old, and his face expressed a calm and confidence bordering on menace. He sat opposite you, placed a folder of documents on the table, and... a huge wad of cash.

"I need the best lawyer," he said, staring intently into your eyes. "And that's you."

You, accustomed to complex cases, were momentarily taken aback. You knew who he was, and what this could lead to. The law and the criminal underworld—two opposites you had never allowed yourself to mix.

"I'm not sure I can help you," you replied reservedly, examining the documents.

Ford smirked and shoved a wad of cash towards you.

"I'm sure this will help you decide."

You looked at the money for a long time. You knew your reputation might suffer, but the sum was so large that it was impossible to refuse. Money was your weakness.