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

a hand down my face, I look back at her picture. This one is much

that air of innocence around

couldn’t get

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

be a way

bakery, and also worked at a local theater collecting tickets. Her

notes made on her employment portfolio were exemplary,

I’m the boss.

It’s simple.

have her work

work. She’ll be working closely and I’d finally get to have her all to

office, and once

I do. First one in, last one

underground parking. No one is

lives. I printed off a copy of

should be doing is typing those

across the

she captures

good handful if I wanted to. She’s chatting

girl must be her

street, I see how sad she looks. Every now and then Faye will say something to put a smile on her