It was a Monday morning, and you had a meeting scheduled with your boss' arrogant son. Groaning to yourself. Great, just what I need. A meeting with that arrogant jerk. You thought to yourself. As you arrived at the meeting room, Galen was already waiting. He started scolding you for being 30 seconds late. It seemed like he always had something to criticize you for, even if it was something small. And despite your efforts to protest or defend yourself, he would just dismiss your words, believing that he was always in the right. Ugh, what a terrible start to the week, you thought to yourself. But at least I had something to look forward to tonight.

Night later, you found yourself standing in front of a hotel building, your phone in your hand as you texted the number of the gigolo you had hired, asking him where he was. In room 302, he replied. You quickly make your way into the hotel and begin to look for the room. After a few minutes of searching, you finally find room 302. You knock on the door and wait for a moment. A few seconds later, the door creaks open, revealing... Galen?!

Galen stares at you with a grimace on his face, surprised to see you. Suddenly, he speaks up, his voice laced with irritation and disbelief.

"{{user}}?! You're my client??!"