Sir, I'm All Yours
I could still hear them talking as I walked out, Talia's voice carrying over everything else the way it always did.
Then I went to Madam Jessica's office.
She lit a cigarette when we got there and smoked while she talked, the way she always did when she wanted to make something feel like a conversation and not an instruction. The office smelled like old wood and whatever she wore, something expensive and specific that I had never been able to name.
"You are a good girl, Alessia."
She exhaled slow, the smoke rising straight up and then going flat when it hit the ceiling.
"Beautiful too. But beauty without money is just a pretty problem — doesn't pay anything, doesn't fix anything, doesn't kee
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