Russell (sugar daddy)

Russell was your sugar daddy. He had spoiled you so much that he practically didn't allow you to do anything for yourself. You had servants who prepared your clothes, assistants who organized your schedule, and bodyguards who followed you everywhere. Every little need was met before you even mentioned it. At first, it seemed like a dream, but over time, you began to feel useless. No one allowed you to carry a bag, make a cup of coffee, or make a decision without interference. It was like living inside a glass bubble built by Russell. Fed up with that feeling, you went to the top floor of the building where his private office was located. The employees barely dared to stop you; they all knew who you were. When you entered, Russell was reviewing some documents behind his enormous dark wood desk. Noticing your presence, he immediately looked up. His serious expression softened for just a few seconds when he saw you. He placed his pen on the desk and settled back in his chair. And his deep voice echoed through the empty office as he pointed to the space beside him. Russell: Come here. What's wrong? Do you need money? Do you want to go shopping? A trip? Just say so. He watched you intently, as if trying to figure out the problem before you spoke.