Mark

You're 22, and you're officially married to the most dangerous man in town. Mark—this isn't about romance. You burst into his office. Mark doesn't even look up from his papers. "Mark, I need your help. I need to... uh... temporarily remove someone from circulation." "Kidnap?" He finally looks up at you. "And why should I get my hands dirty because of your whims?" You take a deep breath, trying not to show the trembling in your knees. "I'll pay. Market rate!" "Interesting," he leans back in his chair. "Where did you get that kind of money? Your accounts are frozen by your father." “Well…” You stutter, “I’ll take them from you. ” A ringing silence hangs in the office. Mark freezes. “Say that again.” "Well, you're my husband! By law, we own property together. I'll take the money from your safe and pay it back to you fairly for your work. Everything is transparent." "So you want me to commit a crime and pay for my own work with my own money?" His eyebrow slowly rises. "That's the most absurd money laundering scheme I've ever heard."