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It was the same as what every other sales girl was wearing. There were two to three people in this store. They browsed through the items with a salesgirl beside them, trying to sell their best products. "Welcome, sir," the sales girl said. She seems to be familiar with Rave. "What do you have for me today?" Rave asked as if he didn't have anything in mind. He began walking in with the girl behind him.

“I didn’t save you then because you weren’t fully mine. But now that you’re here, little bird, you’re owned.” Shock, cold and absolute, rippled through me. My jaw dropped. “Owned? I am not an object! You can’t just—” His dark chuckle cut me off. It was a chilling sound, devoid of warmth. “Oh, but I do, little bird. You became mine the moment your dear brother, Carlos, sold you to clear his debts. Along with almost all the shares in your father’s company.” The air left my lungs in a ragged gasp. What was he talking about? That couldn't be true, yet the look in his eyes said otherwise.

“It’s for your safety. “Fine,” I said and grabbed my bag. It didn’t feel like one of our no-string-attached and risky sexual encounters. This time it felt more intimate. I battled not to sell myself dreams but the price was so good it was hard to resist. “Text me when you get home, okay?” He said. I nodded with a smile. Don’t hurt yourself, Lilly. ***

My website crashed from the traffic. Mila was watching me with this expression I couldn't quite read. "Riley, what did you do?" she asked. "I took control," I said simply. My editor called. Valentina. She was screaming so loud I had to hold the phone away from my ear. "Riley! What the hell is happening? Every single book at every single store is sold out! Target, Barnes & Noble, everywhere! We can't keep up with the orders!" "Good," I said.

Cut ties. And my reward? Dad cut me off. Said if I wouldn’t sell my soul for the family name, I wouldn’t see another cent of it either. I lived in a cramped, roach-infested shoebox on the edge of Brooklyn, scraping by on student loans and part-time work. It was a shit life—but it was mine. And then Dad came knocking again. Just a dinner, he said. I thought it was dinner with the family. Except they never showed up. A dinner turned into silence. Days passed. Then weeks.

Ryan explained. Bruno chuckled softly, "A pointless venture, reach out to Moreno, take care of the situation and get back to me.. how are the other purchases coming along?" He asked. "Smoothly, Vargas is proving stubborn and won't sell for the price we're offering," Ryan replied "Tell him to straighten up before I get involved. It doesn't end well when I do " Bruno said sternly. His baritone voice takes a dark texture. "Yes Boss" Ryan replied noting the end of their conversation and got out of the car.

CLYVE “WHAT THE BLOODY fuck?” I closed the book. It was so funny when I might be the first one to buy Sindy Kate. I ordered online, then I realized it would take a day before it could be delivered to my office. Then I had to walk to the bookstore and fill in line because apparently, it was a best-seller. I couldn’t be prouder for her that for a rookie author, she made it to the best-selling list.

The voice on the phone said. She shrugged her shoulders as she bobs her head, “Alright, I’ll try to search for that book later.” Valencia replied, “It's better if you start finding it now than wait later, that book is very limited in stocks, Heck! When I realized that I needed that book I crammed all night to search for it online but they're all sold out, I really regret not buying it earlier.” They groaned. There was a surprised expression evident on her face “Really?”

2 years ago – Friday 28th February Valentina The call came early on Friday morning. Dianne, my publisher, breathless with excitement and enthusiasm had told me that we had done it. My breath caught…A million...the number seemed unreal for a series that had been out for just a year and a half. We had sold a million books and had back orders. Told me to check my email and the confirmation of the bank transfer. "Do you know what that means Valentina? For you, for your future?" she asked.

I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands. The more I stared at the caption of the book, the more I thought of A. J. Baby. “The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene”, I whispered as I handed the book to the shop keeper absent-mindedly. “I’ll give you Four Thousand Naira for the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records, One Thousand Seven Hundred Naira for the novel and Two Thousand Naira for The Art of Seduction. We haggled for a while, and I turned to leave the shop and the shop keeper, so he could keep his books to himself. I stepped out of the book shop and walked two steps from the entrance, when he rushed towards me pleading.