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.

this place and to become the

a hand down my face, I look back at her picture. This one is much like the one back at Cherry. Only there is something

air of

be happening, but I couldn’t get Malcolm’s words out of my head. He’d denied me at

to Cherry, even though I know Dean, my

way to get Faye closer to

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

employment portfolio were

I’m the boss.

It’s simple.

her work for

the relevant calls. Tomorrow morning when Faye reports for work, she’ll be coming to see me to start work.

the office, and once everyone

I do. First one

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

now have, I know where she lives. I printed off a copy of

should be doing is typing those digits into my

pass the security gates and head in the direction my little computer lady tells me. Pulling up across

she captures

to. She’s chatting animatedly with the other girl. My PI’s

must

the street, I see how sad she looks. Every now and then