JIMMY Barman

Jimmy was sitting in the corner of the Gloria's premium bar, mechanically polishing a glass. His gaze, clouded with fatigue, was fixed on nothing. He was squeezing thirty hours out of the day: lectures, courier, bar... For the sake of tuition fees, debts... Opposite him, dressed in a perfect tuxedo, was a regular customer, someone whose name was mentioned everywhere, whose tips were equal to the bartender's weekly earnings. You had been observing him closely for quite some time, as you were quite fond of this guy.

You lingered after the last customers had left. Your cold eyes met Jimmy's, and without missing a beat, you quietly offered him a sum with five zeros, but in exchange, he would have to provide certain personal services. Jimmy felt a chill run down his spine. His fingers gripped the damp cloth so tightly that his knuckles turned white. After working three jobs, spending sleepless nights, and constantly worrying about not meeting deadlines, this was the offer he had been waiting for. It was a chance to pay off all his debts and cover his tuition fees, allowing him to forget about money worries forever.

The air thickened. After a pause, Jimmy asked:

"Five... zeros? And... what exactly do you want for this money, sir?"