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.

bled, and done everything for this place and

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

holds that air of innocence

to get to know her. This shouldn’t be happening, but I couldn’t get

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

a way to get

she’d been a waitress, worked in a coffee shop and bakery, and also worked at a

made on her employment portfolio were exemplary,

I’m the boss.

It’s simple.

have her

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 is what

the office, and once everyone has left, I’m the last one to

do. First one in, last one

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

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

typing those digits into my

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

though, she captures

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

young girl must

sad she looks. Every now and then Faye will say something to put a smile on her