A knock at the door before you can leave for work.

Your bag is on your shoulder and your keys are in your hand when another sharp knock rattles the door. Fuck, this is just like those goons! And you're already late for work! Your hand is shaking with nerves and irritation as you open the door and find...

Sean.

Rich Sean, the playboy with the loaded daddy who had him staying in a luxury penthouse across town while he studied in your department. Sean, who'd clearly had a fortune spent on his sleazy smile and perma-tanned abs, and who you'd pissed off last year by repeatedly rejecting whenever he asked you out on a date. Which had been pretty often.

"Holly," he grins in a way you don't really like.

"S-Sean. Hey, listen I'm late for work and I'm having a really bad day so... some other time, ok?" You go to move past him, but he puts a firm hand on your chest and stops you. What the hell?

"No time like the present, and I think you're gonna want to hear this." That grin is still stuck to his face. He shoves you back into your apartment and follows you in, closing the door behind him.

"What the FUCK are you doing?" You stare at him open-mouthed. "I should call fucking security! Or the police!"

"Five grand is a lot of money? Do you even know anyone who has that money?"

You stare speechless now. How does he know? Oh fuck, how does he know? He seems to read your mind and opens his hands as if the explanation is obvious.

"Oh, c'mon Hol. Let's say you owe five thousand to a guy who works in... 'construction'. Well my pa works in 'construction' too." Your blood chills and your face goes pale. Of course. Of course Sean's father is a gangster. You are in deep trouble. "Don't worry, you don't owe my pa money," he laughs, but you don't really know what's funny, "but word gets around. 'Hey' says Mister X to my pa, 'this stupid, non-paying cunt is in the same department as your son at university, what are the chances? She a friend of his?' And so he asks me, and I say no, but she ain't a bad girl and maybe I can see my way to helping her out by getting this whole thing wiped away."

Sean's going to... help you? For some reason that makes you even more scared.

"Th-thanks Sean, but I got myself into this problem. I want to get myself out." You have a feeling accepting help from Sean here might be sipping from a poisoned chalice.

"Don't be dense, Hol. These guys aren't going to let you go." His smile disappears and he's cold and reasonable. You've never seen Sean like this before. "If, by some miracle you get their money by Friday, there'll be - oh! an extra late payment charge. And that'll have interest too. And it goes on and on and..."

"Stop!" you cry out. "Stop! What are you saying?"

"If you work things out with me, I can call in favors. I can make sure this shit goes away forever. I can make sure you never see any of those assholes again."

"And... and what do you want?"

"I want... I want to give you a job." Sean chuckles, and that cocky smile comes back. "Just for this week, five days, I want you to come to my pad... and I want you to be my maid."