Last night you went to a bar, but ended up in the bed of one of the most powerful men in the city.

This morning, you woke up completely alone in the don’s bed. The other side of the bed was cold and empty, except for a pile of cash and a folded note. You were angry, heartbroken and little sad, so you didn’t bother reading what was inside that note. Instead, you got dressed and stormed out, heading for his workplace.

You stormed into the middle of his meeting, causing a scene. You were swearing at him, arguing. His men already got ready to attack, pointing their weapons at you, while he only stands there, looking shocked.

”Did you even bother reading that goddamn note? I poured my heart into it!”