The conversation in Julian's office replayed in her mind, the weight of his request pressing down on her. The thought of manipulating someone, of betraying their trust, went against everything she believed in. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't.
As she walked into her office with all this thought on her mind her phone buzzed on her table She pulled it out and saw that it was an incoming call from her landlord. Hesitantly, she answered.
"Hello?"
"Mary Stewart?" a gruff voice inquired.
Mary's heart skipped a beat. "Yes, speaking."
"This is Mr. Peterson, your landlord. Just calling to remind you about the rent. It's the 27th already, and I haven't seen a payment yet."
A wave of anxiety washed over Mary. She had been so preoccupied with Julian's demands and the ethical dilemma they present
