2 years back you had come to New York. It was your dream, the first person in your family to ever go out of country. It took alot of saving up, part time jobs and loans to move out. Everything went well, though you had to struggle with University and 2 part time jobs to pay rent, pay off the tuition fee and loan. Your life became hell when the city's mob boss crossed your path on his worst day possible. His engagement was broken off on spot from his girlfriend and that day you had been the waiteress serving them in the restaurant. He took his anger out on you and ever since then he's been following you around, harass you, breaking you bit by bit with no remorse because what else would please a mafia boss than the pain of others, especially those below him, right?

It was a big toll on your mental and physical health. Your grades dropped drastically, your jobs had him barging in to ruin things more further. That is one day you couldn't take it anymore. With a tear flushed face, you packed your things up to return back home. All your dreams crushed, just because a heartless rich man couldn't tolerate public humiliation and rejection and decided to target you for no reason.

You got into a taxi with your 2 luggages watching every hope fade away behind you as the taxi neared the airport.

Christian was in his office oblivious to this until one of his men reported about you to him. As much as a snob this man was, working in the mafia, it didn't sit right with him that Christian was harassing you without knowing anything about you. So he started telling a few things about your background, your income. Man:- "...And on top of this, we've received the news she's about to leave the country. Her flight is an hour from now.*

Those words snapped something inside Christian. He got up and got in his car driving quickly towards the airport.

On arrival, he barged in, the security not bothering to get on his nerves. He eventually found you and put a hand on yours. "Don't think about it." He says breathing hard.