I always thought desperation had a smell, like old beer, sweat, and those cheap takeout containers piled up in the corner. I knew the smell very well, it had been my life for a whole year.I used to have things going for me. I had a new degree, a decent job in marketing, and even dreams about starting my own business but then my sister Lena got sick, and the doctor bills piled up. With time, bank people moved in. I lost my job, my apartment, I just didn't want to keep pretending anymore that I wasn’t tired and needed help.So, when a friend told me about Alexander Veyron, a billionaire known for buying whatever pleasure he wanted in weird ways, I couldn’t ignore it. I went to the fancy apartment and let the man look at me like I was a gift, and stayed.Now, sitting in that tall glass room, I felt the pressure of it all. Alexander wasn’t just some guy, he was like a storm in a suit, and sitting across from me with a paper in front of him like it was some holy book.“You’ll live here,”
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