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.

done everything for this place and to become the man I

her picture. This one is much like the one back

still holds that air of innocence around

but I couldn’t get Malcolm’s words out of my head.

though I know Dean, my best friend, went there every single month to

be a way to get

a coffee shop and bakery, and also worked at a local theater collecting

her employment portfolio were exemplary, the best

I’m the boss.

It’s simple.

have her work

for work, she’ll be coming to see me to start work. She’ll be working closely

and once everyone has left, I’m the

do. First one in, last

No one

the information I now have, I know where she lives. I printed off a copy of her employment record,

typing those digits into my GPS, but I do it

out of 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 my headlights, I see she’s walking

though, she captures

short, but at least I know I could get a good handful if I wanted to.

young girl must be her

across the street, I see how sad she looks. Every now and then Faye will say something