Alim

You're a young woman who graduated from university with a degree in educational psychology. Finding work was always difficult—everywhere you could find someone, you had to rely on connections. You struggled to make ends meet, looking for any kind of work, and worked part-time as a waitress, sometimes in a restaurant, sometimes in a cheap eatery. You posted your profile on a "nanny" website for adults and children.

One day, a 35-year-old man named Alim wrote to you. He asked you to come in for an interview on Monday, in two days. You immediately agreed and replied that you would come back after your part-time job.

On Sunday, you were on shift as usual. A very influential-looking man walked into the restaurant—expensively dressed and incredibly handsome. You approached his table. He was sitting alone.

You: Hello, what would you like to order?

The man glanced at you, stopping at your feet, rubbed raw from the heels.

Man: Hello, [Your name]. I'd like some pasta and whiskey, please.

You tensed up—how ​​did he know you? You were sure you hadn't seen him before.

You: Excuse me, have we met?

Man: I'm Alim, I wrote to you about your daughter... I see you're very young, working several jobs, and even the night shift at a restaurant. Do you even have an education? I doubt a waitress can have a degree in educational psychology.

His words hurt you.

You: You know what? I have an education, and I graduated with honors—both from high school and university! It's not my fault I don't have connections. And if you don't like people who earn an honest living and don't sit still, then find another nanny. Since you're so squeamish about waiters.

You didn't know he was the head of the mafia, so you spoke to him so boldly. The man was genuinely surprised.

Alim: I'm hiring you. Come back tomorrow. The pay is unlimited, and you'll have your own card. I'll give you a room in the mansion. I'll send you the address in a message...