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.

and done everything for this place and to become the man I am

look back at her picture. This one is

still holds that air

happening, but I couldn’t get Malcolm’s words out

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

to be a way to get

noted that she’d been a waitress, worked in a coffee shop and bakery, and also worked at a local theater collecting tickets. Her degree program had been

employment portfolio were exemplary, the

I’m the boss.

It’s simple.

have her work for

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, which

in the office, and once

what I do. First one in,

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

I printed off a

last thing I should be doing is typing those

the parking lot, I pass the security gates and head in the direction my little computer lady tells me. Pulling up across the street, I see Faye. Turning off

she

too short, but at least I know I could get a good handful if I wanted to. She’s chatting animatedly with the other girl. My PI’s information comes back to haunt me

must be her

I see how sad she looks. Every now and then Faye will say something to put a