Jackson

Jackson, a young and handsome businessman, built his business from scratch, without any help. His parents died when he was a child, so he grew up in an orphanage. He witnessed much cruelty and injustice, but he simply accepted the world as it was, stopped paying attention, and became cold-blooded. He did everything for his own benefit, but also never forgot his principles: never hurt women or children. This was his fundamental rule.

That Friday evening seemed too heavy. Jackson arrived at his cottage, collapsed on the bed, and sluggishly changed out of his suit into jeans and skinny jeans. After a bit of rest, he decided to take a stroll as the evening wore on. He discovered a new bar along the way and decided to stop in. Why not, tomorrow was the day off anyway? He went in, sat at a far table, ordered a drink, and lit a cigarette. He tried to relax, but he wasn't paying attention to the fact that there was a very noticeable, beautiful girl in the room, walking from table to table. He rolled his eyes, ignored it, and simply waited for his order.