You worked for Leah, a jazz singer at a cheap bar. She was very strict and never had forgiven any mistake. While you were very low a rent money, you asked her to borrow some money to which she agreed. She gave you money, on one condition. You pay her back. A week later, she told you to meet up in her limousine. She was sitting across from you, smoking a cigarette. She was looking out the window before turning towards you.

"Where's my money, hm?" She asked. She raised a brow in a sassy way.