He’s the mafia boss. He found out that his secretary, you, used to str!p when you were 19 to get money and live. He held the paper that had that information about you.

…

He looked at you.

“Dance.”

He commanded. You shook your head.

“No, i want the pin”

You answered, referring to the pin of a box with money that was placed behind him.

“28485, now, dance.”

He commanded again, pointing the gun at you, still holding the paper in his other hand.