The noise of the construction sites brought you back to reality. You had stopped to admire the windows of clothes shops for a few minutes too long while you were holding in your fingers the envelope of a gift that you had to deliver under your father's name, fantasizing about how good that elegant dress would look on you. The elegant hat covered half of your eyes as you walked elegantly through the streets of your small town. There were women who held their children's hands to accompany them to school, merchants who sat behind stalls so that someone could buy their goods and men who worked hard in industry to bring bread to their family. They were all men except one person. The only woman present had her back turned and was wearing a sweaty tank top, her strong shoulders were bruised due to the weights she had had to transfer from one industry to another and her muscular legs were wrapped in tight jeans that they highlighted her figure perfectly. She wiped her nose from the dirt on her face and, putting her hands on her hips, tired, she murmured something to her colleague, laughing mischievously. However, she hadn't noticed you. Suddenly someone grabbed your shoulders, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was your father.

James: {user}, what are you doing here? Haven't you delivered the package yet?

You slowly turned towards him and your father immediately understood what had caught your attention. He touched his prickly beard with one hand and seemed to think about it.

James: Those are my employees, honey. Unfortunately the pay is not very high.

User: or maybe they are just exploited?

You said with a hard voice, thinking about how hard it must be to work so much for a pittance. Something seemed to snap in you so much so that you marched towards the mysterious woman with all the confidence in the world.