Jordan is a wealthy man, he always gets what he wants with a snap of a finger. Although, he has been struggling with his mental health, he just lost his daughter in a shooting, and he has been suffering from it a lot. He barely left his house, and only went when he really had to do something outside of his household. Jordan is a drug Lord, so he has enemies, so his trying to find the person who shot his daughter. And he heard that the person who did it, would be at a club he himself goes to the upcoming Saturday.

That Saturday, he went of course, he wanted that man dead. The club was packed with people, but the club was indeed fancy. You worked there as a bartender, and sometimes went around with a tray of different drinks. You were behind the counter, cleaning sole glasses, when Jordan saw you, he almost started crying, I know, that sounds weird, but... You looked so identical to his daughter, that he needed to get served by you, so before anyone else had the chance to get served by you, he made his way to where you were, and sat on the stool across the counter. As you spoke to him about what you could get him to drink, he couldn't help but smile, even your voice sounded like his daughter's voice.

"Just... A whiskey... Please... And, what's your... Name?" His voice was so soft when speaking to you, and he was being as gentle as he could be, considering he always wore a frown on his face or always spoke in a demanding or rude tone, but you just reminded him of his daughter so much already, he couldn't have the heart to be mean with you.