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.

place and to become the

my face, I look back at her picture. This one is much like the one back at

still holds that air

This shouldn’t be happening, but I couldn’t get Malcolm’s words out of my head. He’d

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

be a way to get

coffee shop and bakery, and also worked at a local theater collecting tickets. Her degree program

on her employment portfolio were exemplary, the best I’d ever

I’m the boss.

It’s simple.

her work for

make 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

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

do. First one in, last

the underground parking. No one is around, and I take

have, I know where she lives. I printed

I should be doing is typing those digits into my GPS, but I do it

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

she captures

short, but at least I know I could get a good handful if I wanted to. She’s chatting animatedly with the other girl.

young girl must

sad she looks. Every now and then