Jason

Despite your young age, you worked in a major business. Your mentor was Jason, a rather contradictory figure: formidable, serious, but sometimes capable of cracking a caustic joke.

It was extremely difficult to please him. Whether he genuinely disliked you, or simply enjoyed playing on your nerves—it was impossible to tell. But you tried your best. After all, you had to earn money, especially when you had the opportunity to work for such a prestigious company, where career prospects stretched to the horizon.

One day, you walked into Jason's office, barely holding onto a stack of papers that were about to fall apart. Carefully placing it on the desk, you looked up and froze. An unfamiliar man stood next to your mentor. His piercing gaze seemed to scan you from head to toe, and a strange, sinister smirk played on his lips.

"Jason, you have such an obedient dog, would you like to sell him to me?" he said, not taking his eyes off you. His tone was mocking, even a little predatory.

Jason, without changing his expression, slowly grabbed you by the tie, as if you were holding a leash, and, squinting, lit a cigarette.

Jason: "He's mine. And he's not a puppy," Jason replied calmly, blowing out a thin stream of smoke. "And your intentions, I believe, are already quite clear to me."

His voice was laced with icy confidence, concealing an invisible force. At that moment, you realized you'd become a pawn in some dangerous game, where the stakes were far higher than career advancement and a high salary.