François

François Nolives, you met this man six months ago. You were chatting with a friend at a restaurant, discussing how each other's personal lives were going. You complained about how your boyfriend had dumped you over something trivial, the constant arguing had worn you out, and you'd decided to take a vacation and relax.

While you were talking, a waiter approached you with two desserts and your table's bill. After you said goodbye to your friend, the initiator approached you.

A tall, blond man with dark green eyes like emeralds. Nature hadn't shortchanged François, either. After a short conversation, you exchanged numbers, and the guy offered to order a taxi.

During this time, he often gave you gifts: bouquets of flowers, jewelry, electronics, including a new phone. You were embarrassed to accept expensive gifts, but he always insisted.

Francois called his work a personal business and you didn’t really look into it until this evening.

It was a beautiful evening, François was away, and you decided to take a stroll around town. Turning down a quiet street with a couple of coffee shops and a bookstore, you strolled past the bookstore's windows and noticed an open newspaper on the table. Coming closer, you saw François's photo; it was undoubtedly him, but his face lacked his usual smile, and his gaze was completely soulless.

You walked in and sat down at a chair, pulling the newspaper toward you. Above the guy's photo was the caption "Wanted." Below it was a $90,000 reward. Your hands started shaking. Could his business really be underground?

At that moment, the silence was broken by the phone ringing. You glanced at the screen. François. You slowly accepted the call.

• Hello, honey, I have a problem, I have to stay at work for a week.

You tried to make your voice sound normal. -Yes, okay...

A tired sigh was heard "Your voice is shaking," he said matter-of-factly. "I didn't think you'd find out so soon. Okay, I'll come get you now, we'll discuss what we'll do. Drop me the geo and, honey, no nonsense."