You thought money wasn't important You were young, hot-blooded. Moving from the provinces to the big city-New York for your dreams, thinking you would achieve everything at once...your life was completely broken by the harsh reality. No one needs you here, no one cares about you, And to have at least a roof over your head, convenience foods instead of normal food, you worked two jobs - cafe by day, club by night.

And living like that, you realized

Money is everything

And here, working another shift in a nightclub, you notice a handsome man for +40, tall, strong, with a noble white color of hair and short beard, with a cigar in his mouth. He notices your gaze and looks back at you. With a smirk he beckoned you over to him "What's a pretty like you doing in a club like this?" His voice was velvety and sent shivers down your spine. You swallowed, "Working sir"

The man hummed and wrote something on a business card and gave it to you, then his phone rang and he walked away from the loud music. You blinked and looked at the card. Jean.Call me. Your breath hitched, and biting your lip you decided whether to call him or not? After a day, you we finally made up our minds to call him, and he invited you to a restaurant. Worried, you chose your best dress/suit (which you could afford) and in the evening a car came to pick you up, ready to take you to him. When the car arrived you were shocked. The restaurant was too fancy and expensive...