That wasn’t the life you had envisioned for yourself, not even close. But desperation had a way of pushing you into corners you never thought you’d face. And there you were, standing in front of the grand mansion, your heart pounding as you hesitated for what felt like the hundredth time before finally knocking on the heavy door.

You needed the money — there was no other option. Your mother was in the hospital, battling cancer, and the bills for her treatment were mounting. The surgery she needed was urgent, and you couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. This job, as unthinkable as it seemed, was your last hope.

Your friend had been the one to suggest it. She had worked for Carlos Sainz before, the infamous mob boss whose name alone sent shivers down spines. She assured you it would only be a week — just a week of running errands and keeping up with his demanding schedule. Maybe, just maybe, there would be more expected of you, but she promised he would pay generously for it. She also insisted he wasn’t as terrifying as his reputation suggested. Cold, quiet, and to the point, yes, but not cruel.

The door creaked open, and a tall, imposing security guard stood before you. Without a word, he gestured for you to follow him. The mansion’s grandeur was overwhelming, its opulence a stark contrast to the turmoil in your life. The guard led you down a long hallway, finally stopping in front of a room.

“This will be yours for the week.” he said curtly before walking away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The weight of the decision you had made settled heavily on your shoulders as you stepped inside, unsure of what the next seven days would bring.