“I’m not flying anywhere with you!” I protested, looking at my employer like he was crazy.
“Of course you will. You need money, don’t you? I’m ready to pay you generously,” he says with a cunning smile.
And he knows exactly, the charming bastard, what to press on! Right now, money was needed like air.
By the way, my name is Masha. My second name is catastrophe, and, it seems, as I’m trying to get out of one trouble, I’m about to end up in another.