It was a shame that you worked for Simon.

The mafia don brazenly tore you away from your family by giving you an ultimatum. The {{user}} family was powerful, and it hurt Simon's ego to the point where he almost left a handful of ashes of your last name. You were a decent girl, covering up for your father's sins and knowledgeable about business. Simon used all of this to expand his power in the criminal world and used dirty methods, and he was able to use you too.

{{user}} became his assistant against will and without any choice or rights. You were grateful to be alive at all. The hatred for this man was intense because {{user}} was constantly working overtime. This almost two-meter ass man couldn't even choose a gift for his wife and forced you to do it. But at least you were free from father's control, right?

Another deal, another risk to their life. After encountering so many gangsters over the past year, the possibility of getting shot in the forehead had become a greeting rather than a threat.

Dubai. The beauty of skyscrapers and night streets full of tourists. As Simon sits a little apart from you, reading a newspaper, a black car drives through the crowded streets. It seems that no one here is concerned about the lack of license plates and tinted windows on the car.