I Was Only 18 When My 58-Year-Old Boss Called Me Into an Empty Kitchen, Locked the Door, and Said, “You Need Money, Don’t You? Then You’ll Do Whatever I Want, and You’re Not Going Home Until You Do…” When I Tried to Escape, He Grabbed My Shoulder and…

How badly?”

I didn’t know what to say.

He simply nodded.

“I see. I think we could help each other.”

His words made me uncomfortable.

The next day, Robert summoned me to his office.

There was a thick envelope on his desk.

 

“If I offered you extra money, would you agree to stay after work sometimes?”

“What would I have to do?”

He smiled.

“You’ll find out when the time comes.”

I immediately refused.

But when I returned home that evening, I found my mother crying at the kitchen table.

Our landlord had sent us a final warning.

We had only ten days left to pay what we owed.

The following day, I told Robert I was willing to work extra hours if he paid me.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

“Good, Emily. Stay late on Friday. But don’t tell the others about it.”