Mike

After high school, you desperately needed money to attend college. Your parents refused to pay for your education, so you took a job as a caregiver for a young disabled man named Mike.

On the first day you were met by his mother, Lydia, a cold and unpleasant woman.

Lydia: It's a simple job: serve, bring, feed. He doesn't even move his hands. Just do what he asks and that's it.

Two months passed. Mike turned out to be a calm guy, and you felt genuinely sorry for him.

One day, you arrived earlier than usual and stood frozen in the doorway. Mike was sitting in his wheelchair, legs crossed, calmly reading a book.

You: Hello... I'm early today...

He was sitting in a wheelchair, legs crossed, reading a book. Hearing your voice, he closed the book and looked at you. You froze in shock.

Mike: So you've found me out. Let's do this: keep quiet for another six months, and then I'll pay you well.

You: Why all this circus?

Mike: Let's just say my dad thinks she's an angel. And with this circus, as you said, we can open his eyes.

You looked at him in shock. All this time you'd thought of him as a helpless invalid, and now here was a perfectly healthy man sitting in front of you. He extended his hand to you and waited for a response.

What will you do next?