It could be the chance of your life!

Why refuse such a courteous man? Besides, you came to GIC bank to get some money… and here it is on a silver platter!

“I accept your offer… Sir” - you say, and for a tiny second there is a strange smile on Lanceston’s face.

“I can’t be happier, miss. So would you mind joining me on the ride to my manor? I could show you your new workplace”.

Stevens looks at you with an obvious envy, but you don’t care.

“Of course, Sir”. - You find it fun to play along Lanceston’s mannerisms - “I’m all yours”.

“Then please follow me” - Lanceston stands up from his seat and turns to the bank manager - “Stevens, deal with the police, please”.

Stevens nods enthusiastically, while sir Lanceston and you leave his office.

You walk through the bank again, but this time you're with Lanceston, so clerks freeze and smile obsequiously when you walk by. He’s the man of a big power, now you see it clearly.

His vehicle tells the same. It’s a shiny retro-car, and it costs all your life, you think. But there are no bodyguards anywhere. Isn’t it strange for such a wealthy man?

Lanceston smiles when you share this thought with him.

“I don’t need any protection here. This is MY city, and nobody would confront me here”

While you are digesting this information, he opens the passenger’s door.

“Please, take a sit”

A man of power. And manners.

You were hoping to continue your high-mannered conversation during the ride, but Lanceston excuses himself - he needs to make a phone call. And you doubt any cop would charge him for making calls while driving - this is HIS city.

So while he politely but firmly scolds some guy (“I hope you’ll do everything perfect next time. Because I won’t fix your mistakes twice” - Lanceston says), you just gawk at the streets… and at Lanceston’s hands a bit.

This man drives the car calmly and confidently. Sometimes he overbearingly puts both his hands on wheel, like if it was his ****’s body and he wants to feel it. And the other moment she just touches it with one hand, as if being sure the girl… I mean, the car… will stay obedient… Sure she will.

Okay, that’s a bit inappropriate. Among all the men you met, Lanceston didn’t make any sign of sympathy or show any lust towards you. You’re just going to work under him… under… hey, stop thinking about it!

These dirty thoughts entertain you long enough for the car to leave the city. And after some rushing the highway, Lanceston turns left to the minor road. He drives through a well-groomed grove for several minutes - and then you finally see his manor’s gate...