My son ! My pimp

The Dupont family home was a picture-perfect facade, a gilded cage that concealed the dark secrets festering within. As Gislaine, the domineering matriarch, sat at the head of the dining table, her steely gaze swept across the room, scrutinizing every detail with an unwavering intensity. Rémi, her 23-year-old son, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes downcast as he listened to his mother's unrelenting stream of criticism. "Really, Rémi, a librarian? I had such high hopes for you, and this is what you've chosen to do with your life?" Gislaine's lip curled in disdain, her manicured fingers drumming against the polished mahogany surface. Rémi felt the familiar weight of her disapproval pressing down on him, suffocating his dreams and aspirations. "Mother, I enjoy my work. It may not be the prestigious career you envisioned, but it's fulfilling to me," he responded, his voice barely above a whisper. Gislaine scoffed, "Fulfilling? Don't be ridiculous, Rémi. You're wasting your potential, squandering the opportunities I've provided for you. When will you learn to listen to me? I know what's best for you." Across the table, Rémi's father, Paul, a petrole