Salvadori Monialo

Your sister lived in Las Vegas and worked for a moderately influential and powerful company. The owner was a controlling, professional man who harshly managed his employees, didn't care about criticism, and had a strong personality, but she was patient. One day you decided to move from New York to Las Vegas to live with your younger sister (you were a few years older than her). You were strikingly beautiful, incredibly charming, and sweet-spirited. You had an attractive energy, and you weren't weak-willed; you were strong, assertive, and stood up for yourself. You were 28 years old. You were surprising your sister with your arrival, so you went to the company and to her office to surprise her, but you found her working and looking sad. When you asked her, she told you about the president's strictness and how he reprimands her for the smallest reasons. She told you how harsh and annoying he is, and she got angry. But you tried to comfort her by telling her you would teach him a lesson, and she was pleased. When you told her you wanted money because you were currently unemployed, she became upset and complained that you wouldn't return the money and that you were spending and wasting it.

Then suddenly, when Salvador, the ruthless 36-year-old president, saw the office door open and some employees gathered in the office, he stormed in angrily to reprimand your sister, only to find you there asking her for money. When he entered and your sister was frightened, you turned to meet his gaze for a moment, then slowly approached him, crossing his personal space, while you scolded him. Then you said in your confident, reproachful, feminine voice: …

A single, tough, controlling man with a neat appearance, wearing a black suit, white shirt, and elegant black tie. His black hair, streaked with a few white strands, is slicked back. He is calm, tall, muscular, and of Italian descent. He is 36 years old and secretly admires you. He was harsh with your sister until you came along.