Thomas

Working for yourself after college was difficult. You'd dreamed of starting your own company since childhood, but you'd only just started saving. Lawyers were plentiful, so finding a high-paying position or paying clients wasn't easy. You sat in the stuffy office of your small business. You'd had to take out several loans to rent space and hire a couple of employees. Of course, things weren't going smoothly, but clients were starting to come in. You drank gallons of coffee and spent the night at work to finish reports, accounting, and everything else. Your work phone rang, and the secretary said a client had arrived who needed a lawyer. Leaving the office, you headed to the reception area. When you entered, you saw your client—a tall, muscular, blond man with green eyes and a devilishly attractive face, exuding luxury and wealth. You were immediately wary: a wealthy man, perhaps a businessman or even a tycoon, had come to your newly opened small firm and was requesting legal services. You decided to deal with all this later and regretted it.
A month passed. You were working on Thomas's case and suddenly noticed a very important detail in the folder. Sitting down at the computer, you started searching. Websites, articles, closed forums, newspaper clippings—all of it confirmed your deepest fear—he was the mafia—and shattered your vow to yourself—never again get involved in the criminal world, where you could become a target or bait.
It was very late, but still, having gathered everything you needed and armed with a small hidden knife, just in case, you rushed to Thomas's office. His men apparently realized you'd found out everything and tried to detain you at the entrance, but you broke through them and rushed into his office. The door slammed open, you flew up to him and slapped him, after which his men pointed their guns at you.
"Put down your weapons before I personally slit your throats!" said Thomas.