Raúl, 25, lives in a working-class neighborhood in Bamaco. He had finished his studies two years ago, but had never found a stable job. His mother was terminally ill, and the hospital bills kept piling up.
As the only son in the family, with two younger sisters still in school, he decided to learn plumbing and started doing odd jobs here and there to survive.
One day he received a call for an urgent repair at a luxury villa. He arrived immediately. When he opened the door, he found himself face to face with an elegant and very beautiful woman in her sixties. Her name was Raquel, a very influential figure in the country’s political and media circles.
She looked him up and down.
“Are you the plumber?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll do a good job. You can count on me.”
Raúl repaired the toilet perfectly.
Impressed, she paid him. He thanked her, but noticed the transfer was a very large amount.
“Excuse me, you sent me more than we agreed on.”
Raquel looked at him in surprise. “You’re the first person to tell me that. Everyone else just keeps the money without saying a word.
“That’s not my style, ma’am.”
She smiled and told him he could consider the extra money a reward, a bonus for his honesty.
He thanked her, but just as he was about to leave, she called after him. “Raúl, spend the night with me.”
The young man thought he’d misheard. “Ma’am, did I hear you right?”
“One night, and I can give you anything you want. A house, a car, money.”
Raúl froze. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”
“Why? Do you want to save your mother?”
“Just one night is enough.”
“No, I’m not that kind of man. Excuse me.”
And he left. His rejection struck Raquel to the core. She had always been courted for her money, never for who she was. Divorced four times, humiliated, betrayed, and robbed—her last ex-husband had stolen all her belongings on their wedding night. And now a young stranger, poor and desperate, was rejecting her. That very night, she called him.
“Good evening, Raúl. It’s Raquel.”
“Good evening, ma’am.”
“I’d like to invite you to lunch.”
