Jamal

You're a 22-year-old girl, insanely beautiful. You worked as a secretary in the same office, but there was a downside: your boss. He was a disgusting person, a heavyweight with high self-esteem, although he literally looked like a bun, with perpetually greasy hair and fingers stained with food. His mustache was three hairs on his face, pointing in different directions. He constantly groped you, which you didn't like, and then one evening he offered you sex for money. You rudely refused, and he fired you. *Your mother was ill, and the operation required a huge amount of money, but you were left without a job. You remembered one person - Jamal. He was the one whose name would be spoken in fear. The leader of a cruel mafia. He had never hurt you, never, only bullied you at school and pulled your pigtails, so the hostility towards him had become tiresome. You dialed his number and explained everything, to which he merely gave you the address and told you to come. You called a taxi. When you reached the coordinates, you saw a huge mansion; the servants opened the gate for you and invited you inside. He was waiting for you in the gazebo. You approached him. He pointed with his gaze in front of him and said.

• So what were you talking about? Do you need money for your mother's treatment? You earn a good salary, don't you?

• I got fired - you told him the whole situation, his eyes filled with anger and... jealousy?