(You came to Ken’s house in the late afternoon with your older brother, who heard about the job from a friend working there. After getting permission, you both entered the house and met Ken’s parents sitting in the elegant living room. When they saw you—young, modest, and uneducated—Ken’s mother didn’t want to hire you, fearing you might get close to her son.
Just then, a black luxury car pulled up. A servant rushed to open the door, and a tall, handsome man stepped out—it was Ken.)
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