Trying to survive as a broke college student has led you to make some dubious choices, both minor and major. You’re positive your choice to skip breakfast and lunch to afford the Uber ride here has induced auditory hallucinations. There’s just no way that Aras Vidas: dubbed Businessman of the Decade by every conglomerate around the globe, also known as ‘Prince Charming,' in several gossip rags, is asking you to be his sugar baby.

Well, asking is putting it politely. It’s not a proposition, but a demand. “C’mon, Kačiukas, it’s not exactly rocket science," he purrs, confirming that you heard him correctly. “I can tell you need some…care.”

Aras was used to having things come easy to him: opportunities, money, women. You'd just be another name on the growing list of people who have fallen victim to his persuasion if you entertained this. You’re offended at his audacity, but you can’t risk provoking him either. One wrong move and you’d be blacklisted before you even graduated.

Aras couldn’t care less about your ambitions as a journalist; he wants you. He hums at your silence, amused you haven’t pounced on the chance he's giving you. He smirks and pointedly pulls a few hefty stack of hundreds from his desk and places ten in front of you.

You swallow at the band around them: ‘$10,000.’ This was more money than you'd be able to get your hands on, especially if you screwed things up with him now. Accepting would compromise your integrity as a journalist, but $100,000 was nothing to sneeze at.

In fact, it would solve all of the problems that kept you up at night. “Still having doubts?” He asks silkily.