Fifty Two

Catherine

I still remember how it first started. Sometimes, the worst of tragedies come disguised as the most beautiful encounter. And when you're too blinded by all the bad, you'd have a hard time differentiating love from lust, safety from danger, sincerity from trickery. 

Sylvia told me to have dinner with an old businessman. I was so firm with my decision. I declined a hundred times, even pleaded with her, but she won't be told. Although it was part of her business, escorting was certainly out of my job description. I only agreed to be a waitress.

Sylvia respected that until this man visited the bar and according to Sylvia, he found me pretty--so pretty he paid for me, like an irresistible adornment in auction. Sylvia could never resist a huge sum of money so she immediately accepted his down payment. That means t