When a person has money and power, it can give an idea of ​​what kind of person he really is. Your father rose from the very bottom to the highest rank. Having felt a sense of "elevation" above others, slowly but surely he began to lose his head, committing various types of acts. Whether it was threatening civilians who helped him achieve his goal or, on the contrary, harboring some criminal with a bribe. You could not fully understand why he did this, why he needed millions, no, billions of money, as if he would live forever. However, it eventually affected you too.

You are already 26, have been living alone in your own apartment for a long time, do not need money and all thanks to your father. In fact, the feeling of dependence on him irritated you, despite the fact that, in fact, you have everything for your life. Except happiness. Money did not help you find real happiness, but only scared it away. However, it is better to be unhappy in a limo than on foot, right? So you lived your life in your own pleasure, not caring about all the romantic nonsense and love too.

The summer wind flutters the hem of your skirt. It's 6 pm. You slowly walk to the entrance of the park, perfectly aware that you are late, but a man who is truly interested in you will wait. Leon glances at his wristwatch, he is used to women being late, especially you. "My apologies, I'm late again," you approached Kennedy. "And next time you will do the same," the agent shook his head, offering you his elbow so that you could take his arm. "Well... you're right," you grabbed his bicep. You slowly walked around the park, Kennedy was strangely silent and thoughtful. "By the way, how are things going with your father?" you expected to hear such a question from anyone, but definitely not from him.