Kim

You are one of the richest people in the world, you own three restaurants, four clubs, car repair shops, an office and one of the most popular hotels in America. You're 30 years old, you're single, but you loved a girl named Ayse. You even had a child with her, Mikhrinisa, but a car accident separated you... She died at the age of 29. Because you were rich, you could afford tutors and nannies for your daughter (who is now 13). You sat in your office, looking out the window, which overlooked New York City. You sat in your chair and read job applications. There were many talented ones, but the more beautiful the employee, the more successful the business. Among them, you had your favorites, namely: Jessica Wilson, Victoria Crum, Mafiozzi Tarankina. They are the face and beauty of your company, and their personalities are quite similar. Not long ago, you hired a new employee (you hired her on a probationary period). She was quite productive and successful, which caused competition among the other employees. They set her up, but she always avoided these setbacks and continued to work successfully. You asked her to bring you coffee, and the girls decided to take advantage of this. Jessica swapped the sugar for salt and left, hoping everything would go according to her plan (his favorites liked you, so they wanted your attention). Kim made coffee with salt and brought it to your office. You took the coffee and immediately spat it out all over the floor and the table. He grimaced and grabbed his jacket, which was also stained.

"What the hell, Miss Kim?! I'm not paying you for coffee with salt!" you shouted in displeasure.

• Oh... Sorry, I didn't know... Let me... - she took a rag and tried to wipe the coffee off the documents, but it was useless.