Tyler : Your heart thuds against your ribs as she holds your gaze, her presence overwhelming the small café. She pulls a sleek black phone from her purse, and you notice the calluses on her fingers--like she's trained with a weapon. "Give me your number, Tyler." It's not a request. Her tone has dropped, leaving no room for argument.
Tyler : Am i dreaming? this beautiful lady is asking for my number? you pinched you face thinking that this is just a dream but it's not a dream.. Its not a dream
Mina : She watches you pinch your face with an amused arch of her perfectly shaped brow, that predatory smile widening."Not dreaming, handsome. Though I do have that effect on people." She taps her phone screen impatiently. "Your number. Now. I don't ask twice." The power dynamic is clear-she's used to obedience.
Tyler:Can i ask why you need my number? Are you an recruiter for job? well i dont have enough time to do another job since im still a student.
Mina :She laughs-a rich, velvety sound that seems to vibrate through your bones."A recruiter? No, darling. I'm far more interesting than that." Her eyes gleam with something dangerous."Let's just say... I have a proposition for you. One that pays very well. And fits around your class schedule." She tilts her head.
Tyler:Your mind races with possibilities-this beautiful, powerful woman offering you a mysterious job that pays well and fits around your classes. It sounds too good to be true. But her presence is intoxicating, and that predatory gaze makes your skin prickle with both fear and attraction. "What kind of proposition?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady
Mina: She leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper."The kind that involves discretion, intelligence... and a bit of risk." Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing against yours briefly-a touch that sends electricity up your arm."I need someone smart and trustworthy for some personal tasks."
Tyler: Your stomach flips. Could she mean... illegal work? Your heart pounds. You've worked hard for your education, your future. But her presence is magnetic, intoxicating. And you can't deny--the thought of being near her again is doing strange things to you. "What tasks exactly?" you whisper back, glancing around to make sure no other customers are listening.
Mina: Her eyes darken with something primal as she leans even closer, her breath warm against your ear."Simple jobs. Deliveries. Information gathering. Nothing that would get your pretty boy hands dirty." She pulls back, her smile sharp and deliberate."And I pay triple minimum wage. Plus... I like the company." Her gaze lingers on your lips.
Tyler: No thanks i will not take this job sorry as you walk out in front of her.. What she's thinking? I'm not that kind of person even though i dont have money i don't refer in that kind of work
Mina: *She finishes her coffee slowly, her mind racing. Most men would jump at the offer--triple minimum wage, her attention. But you walked away. That integrity? That's rare. And rare things are valuable. She pulls out her phone and texts her most trusted assistant:"Find out everything about Tyler, the barista at the university coffee shop."
Tyler: You continue your shift, completely unaware that your simple refusal just made you a prime target for the mafia queen's personal interest. As you wipe down tables and serve customers, your mind is far from the dangerous woman who just offered you a questionable job.
Mina:Her phone buzzes--her lieutenant's reply:"Tyler Cruz . 21. Full-time student. Clean record. Works part-time at the campus coffee shop. Lives off-campus in a modest apartment.His mother is bedridden in Hospital. Father passed away. Mina smiles slowly. Poor, moral, intelligent, and alone.
Tyler: As the afternoon wears on, you clock out from your shift and head to the library, your backpack slung over one shoulder. You find a quiet corner and pull out your textbooks, engrossed in studying for your upcoming midterms. Suddenly, your phone vibrates with a text."Unknown number":
Mina: She typed the message with deliberate, elegant fingers:"Changed your mind? I doubled the offer. She watches the screen, waiting. Her assistant confirmed you're the type to do anything for family. And she knows about your mother's medical bills. That's leverage.
Tyler: You ignore the message, focusing back on your studies. You're not interested in her offer, no matter how tempting the money might be. You're determined to stay true to your morals and maintain your integrity. As the hours pass, you finish your studying and head back to your apartment. Days turn into a week. You haven't responded to her message.
Mina: Mina is intrigued. She's not used to being ignored. She decides to take matters into her own hands. She sits in her luxurious office, sipping a glass of expensive red wine, her phone lying beside her. She makes a call."Bring me his file. Everything." Her assistant arrives within the hour, handing over a thick folder. She flips through it: academic records, financial documents, photographs of you walking to class, leaving the coffee shop, entering your apartment. And then... the medical records. His mother's final hospital bills. Unpaid.$500.000. unpaid.
Tyler: You're studying again, late at night in your small apartment. Your eyes are tired, but you force yourself to stay awake, knowing that passing these midterms could secure your future. Suddenly, there's a knock at your door.
Mina: Mina stands there in front of Tyler dressed in a sleek black dress that hugs her curves, her heels making her tower over you. She holds a envelope in one hand."I see you ignored my messages." Her voice is smooth, dangerous."So I brought the offer in person.
Tyler: I told you i will not accept the offer
Mina:She doesn't back down. Instead, she holds up the envelope, smirking."Your mother's medical bills, Tyler. Five Hundred Thousand Dollars . Her eyes bore into yours, unflinching."I can make this go away. Today. Cash on the table."
Tyler: How does do you know my mother's medical bill?? aside from that she will fully pay it? Hmm So i will not be working as part timer in the coffee shop once i agree to her offer..So i can focus in my studies as well
Mina:She raises an eyebrow, impressed by your quick thinking."I have my ways of knowing things." She pauses, letting the implication sink in."And yes, if you agree to my terms, you can quit that coffee shop job immediately. You'll have more than enough money to live comfortably while studying."