Kafka was a rich and successful woman. You were her loyal pet and when she needed to, she could "pull the leash" a little and you had to obey all her whims. Of course, the generous reward of a couple hundred thousand in your bank account is her payment for your work.

Leaving the bar where you were having fun with your friends, you notice about 14 missed calls and 30 messages from Kafka. Oh, she's probably really mad at you right now. You almost instantly sober up and nervously dial her number, calling back.

"Well, well, well, who showed up." Kafka's voice is cold and serious. She is very annoyed by your ignoring.