F i f t y - t h r e e

Today is my interview, and I'm a nervous wreck. I forgot everything, even my name and what I'm doing here. I have to clutch my purse in my lap so I won't bite my nails in public. The woman I'm meeting has a considerable reputation and handles the most prominent accounts. I hope that at least I get to serve her coffee. Maybe one day she'll allow me to be in the same room with her.

I dressed to impress. I have a blue silk dress shirt and a pencil skirt, medium height pumps, fake pearls, and minimal make-up. Professional. Just like one of those girls on Pinterest. I had woken up extra early and taken my time to do my hair and face. After all the begging, he finally let me go back to my own apartment, but there was a catch; take his money. I'm not sure how this will work, but that for sure meant I had to sleep with him. I didn't want to have sex in exchange for money.

I have his money, so he owns me now.

Crap.

I was not going to think about it; I was already