Virgin for Sale

I didn’t need a math genius to figure everything else out. Faye had sold her virginity for her sister.

“Was she flunking in college?”

“No. Her grades were impeccable. She needed to work, and a college scholarship didn’t pay the bills.”

No, I did.

“Do you want me to keep on digging?”

“Yes, find out everything you can about her. I want it brought to me. No more phone calls.”

Hanging up, I stare at my desk.

She’d done what she could for her sister, I just knew it. From the picture I saw of her six months ago at Cherry, I’d known there was a reason for it, I just didn’t know exactly what. Now I do.

All this time, she’s been closer than I thought. Right here. Right under my nose. I need her closer though.

Glancing around the office, I see my employees with their PAs, all of them working hard to make my company the best it can be. This is one of the reasons I go after college graduates as well as dropouts. I’m a college dropout. Never received my degree.

Authority isn’t something I follow.

This is my life.

Every single part of me is within these walls.

for this place and to become

back at her picture. This one is much like the one back at

still holds that air of

happening, but I couldn’t get Malcolm’s

to Cherry, even though I know Dean, my best friend, went there every

has to be a way

waitress, worked in a coffee shop and bakery, and also worked at a

portfolio were exemplary,

I’m the boss.

It’s simple.

her work for

the relevant calls. Tomorrow morning when Faye reports for work, she’ll be coming to see me to start work. She’ll be working closely and I’d finally get to have her all to myself,

finish up the day in the office, and once everyone has left,

I do. First one in,

I head to the underground parking. No one is around, and I take my time

she lives. I printed off a copy of her employment record, which includes her apartment

should be doing is typing those digits into my GPS,

pass the security gates and head in the direction my little computer lady tells me. Pulling up across the street, I

though, she captures

wanted to. She’s chatting animatedly with the other girl. My PI’s information comes back to haunt me as I

young girl must

and then Faye