Page 18 of The Owner's Temptation

Then another slide appears, and my lingering doubts begin to falter.

“Companions in training receive a salary of $10,000 weekly, as well as full access to The Ledgers exclusive spa.” Eve clicks a button, and the next screen makes my mouth drop open.

“Once your sponsorship is complete and you are approved to begin accepting contracts, you’ll be compensated well for your companionship.”

She steps back. She and Elena watch the room as we take in what we see on the screen.

The Compensation

• $25,000 per week – Base rate for standard companionship

• $50,000+ per event – High-profile engagements

• $100,000+ per month – Exclusive contracts

• Negotiable bonuses for intimacy, discretion, and additional services

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

That’s not just money.

That’s life-changing money.

Money that could wipe out my credit card debt in a matter of weeks. Money that could pay off my lease and get me the hell out of that apartment. Money that could give me a fresh start.

My fingers press against the cool surface of the black folder in my lap.

I glance around the room.

Some women look intrigued, some excited, and others are clearly just doing the mental math like I am.

A few, though, sit rigid, discomfort clear on their faces.

One more woman quietly stands and leaves.

And yet—I still don’t move.

Elena clasps her hands together. “We understand this isn’t for everyone. That’s why training comes first—so you can make an informed decision. No pressure. No obligation.”

$10,000 a week just to be trained. It’s unbelievable.

A contract flashes onto the screen.

“This,” she says, “is your introduction contract. Signing it doesn’t make you a Companion. It simply means you’re open to learning.”

My fingers tighten around the pen, my pulse hammering in my ears as I stare down at the contract.

I can walk away later.

Nothing is permanent. Nothing is binding me to this.

I can send out job applications. Do this for a little while—just until I’m back on my feet.

I can set my own terms.

I swallow hard, my gaze tracing over the elegant black ink of the agreement. The words feel heavier now, settling over me with an intensity I wasn’t expecting.

Companionship. Discretion. Power.

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