Ex-Boyfriend. New Boss

“I need your power in the city, and I’ll do anything if you agree,” the last words slip out accidentally—I’m in despair. “If Mom doesn’t get the operation, she’ll—” I stop, unwilling to say that terrible word.
Five years ago I ran away—from the hospital where they forced me to stay; from the city where I wouldn’t have a life. And the terrible words: “Don’t spoil my dear son’s life. He’s still too young to become a father”—still ring like a bell in my memory.
I would never have come back.
But now I need help, and only he can give it. And I’m ready to do anything just to save my mother.