I had cooked for Liam ever since college. Six years, straight. The job was easy, though occasionally, I had to handle things outside of my job description—like picking up condoms for him. A woman wrapped only in a bath towel leaned against his door, eyeing me with a mocking smirk. "Wow, you're pathetic. You're still chasing after him even when things are like this?" The door wasn't shut completely. As I walked away, I heard Liam's voice drifting into the hallway. "I wouldn't dare touch her. A woman like that... if I slept with her, she'd probably threaten to kill herself if I ever tried to leave. I'm not dealing with that kind of crazy." Later, Liam's mother tracked me down. She slid a sleek, black debit card across the table. "There’s a hundred grand on this card. Leave my son alone." I swallowed the words I originally wanted to say. But in the end, I couldn't resist the temptation of cold, hard cash. I just nodded and said, "Okay." When I went to interview for a new job, I ended up face-to-face with Liam's best friend. He looked at me, a half-smile playing on his lips. "How much was Liam paying you?" I answered cautiously: "A thousand..."
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