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“What? I just told you—"

“You heard me. You will resign tonight, and you will have nothing more to do with them or any other company of the sort. This is what I want; thirty days.”

“Thirty days of what?” I’m not following.

“I want you for thirty days, excluding weekends. You can do the math. I want thirty days of doing whatever I tell you to do,anythingI tell you to do.”

Anything?

“I’m not a whore.”

“Babygirl, if we come to any agreement at all, you willbewhatever I tell you to be. I get my thirty days with you, and you get the video, the pictures, and a hundred grand.”

My mouth falls open. “You’re… you’re going to give me the money?”

I’m so stunned I can’t look away.

“Yes, but only if you fulfill your end of the bargain and do as I say.”

That could mean anything, but have I just found a path to getting what I want and saving my soul at the same time?

“What’s it gonna be, Malyshka? Do we have a deal?”

There’s nothing to think about here.

“Yes.”

His eyes twinkle with satisfaction, and the expression on his face is what I imagine a beast to look like when he catches his prey, and is about to devour it.

“Good. We start tomorrow. I’ll send the contract over later.”

"Contract?”

“Of course. My number’s in your phone. When I want you to do something, you’ll get a message. Got it?”

“I got it.”

He gets in his car, grabs a cigarette, and leans out the window after he closes the door.

“One last thing, baby girl.”

“What?”

“Don’t fall for me.”

He drives away, and I stare.

Don’t fall for me….

That’s definitely not going to be a problem.

Don’t fall for me either, Chad.

ELEVEN

Chad

I’mgonna have fun with this deal of mine. It is by far the best thing I’ve concocted in a long time.

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