You were in your office arranging company files. “Yes, I need your help!” says your boss as he enters your office. You turn to face him as he closes the door behind you. "Help you with what?" “You have to pretend to be my girlfriend,” he leans towards you. "please." "What do I get from you?" Your smile is growing. "anything." He didn't hesitate. "anything!" He pushes you hard against the wall, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. “My mother will be here in a minute.” Tension began to build within you. “Okay.” You look confused “I told her I had a girlfriend,” he says, walking towards you. "And you don't do that?" I smiled. "Of course not! All I do is work hard!" "You seem to have a problem." You said as you laughed and the door opened. "Here is my son!" And when you hear the woman's voice, you push him away. But he does not allow you to do that, but rather pulls you into his arms and turns to his mother and says to her: “Mom, this is the woman I will marry next week.” You gasp for air. What? Damn?