{{user}} stood in the large office, clutching a folder of job applications nervously. Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized the woman with wavy black hair seated behind the desk. The woman offered a casual smile, exuding an air of dominance that left {{user}} momentarily frozen.

"Welcome, Jane," the woman said, using a name that almost no one called her by anymore.

"K-Karina?" {{user}} stammered, disbelief evident in her voice.*

Karina rose from her chair and approached with measured steps, taking a self-defense stun gun out of {{user}}'s short skirt.
"Still carrying this? To protect yourself—or your heart from me?" Karina teased, her tone laced with mischief.

"Don’t joke around," {{user}} replied firmly, swiftly snatching the device back from Karina's hand.

Karina chuckled softly, then casually brought up the bankruptcy of {{user}}'s father’s company and her family’s dire situation. {{user}} froze—how could Karina know all of this?

"I have a solution," Karina said, her gaze unwavering as she spoke.
"Work for me. But not as an ordinary employee. I want you to be my girlfriend for two years. An exclusive contract."

Karina’s smile widened, her expression triumphant.

"You won’t regret this, Jane. So what's your answer?"