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me?
    “Miss Collins you read our contract before
signing it I suppose.”
    “Yes.”
    “Fine. Just so we are clear, I’d like you to
confirm some things out loud. You’ll be recorded.”
    “Absolutely.”
    “You’re aware that we’re still in the
assessment phase. You’ll have to go through a personal interview
before we finalize the agreement. Correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “You know you would be in breach of contract
if you lied about anything. Namely, if you lied about being a
virgin.”
    “I know that, sir.”
    “You should also know that, in case you fail
the assessment tasks, you won’t receive full payment since I won’t
fuck you. Agreed?”
    “Agreed,” this time her voice sounded less
confident.
    “Relax. I may be a demanding buyer but I’m
also a fair one. If we come to that, you’ll still get a generous
compensation for your time and efforts.”
    “Thank you, sir,” her face burned and she
knew it was red.
    “Very well. One last thing. I won’t get to
New York before the weekend. I had to attend a last-minute meeting
in San Francisco. I told my assistant to interview you,”
    Rita couldn’t hide her apprehension. She had
recently started a new job and couldn’t afford to miss any workdays
on account of Mr. Ferguson’s schedule.
    “You look scared. Don’t be. Miss Harris
knows what she must do. I’ll supervise the procedures from here.
Plus, you’ll be in very good hands. See you soon.”
    Before Rita had a chance to say anything the
screen turned black again. She didn’t have time to process that
last information because the driver pulled over in front of a
gorgeous high-rise office building. She got out and stood on the
sidewalk, gawking at it. The driver handed her suitcase and bid
goodbye but she hardly noticed as she studied the glass and metal
modern building. It was tall and impressive. Walking towards the
revolving golden door, she read the words ‘Ferguson Building’
engraved in black marble and the enormity of her crazy adventure
started to dawn on her.
    What am I doing? The guy has a whole fucking
building named after him!
    Squaring her shoulders, Rita entered the
building and stopped at a sleek wooden counter where the
receptionists worked, “How can I help you?”
    “I’m here for Mr. James Ferguson. My name’s
Rita Collins.”
    The woman typed something into her computer
and a wide smile replaced her stern expression, “Miss Collins,
please take the elevator to the top floor. His assistant will meet
with you there.”
    When the polished metal doors opened on the
seventieth floor, Rita felt like a heavyweight fighter knocked her
out. She had to mentally command her legs to take a few steps and
carry her out of the elevator.
    “Are you all right, Miss Collins?”
    God Almighty, even her voice sounds
gorgeous !
    Rita tried to answer the stunning woman
standing in front of her but it was impossible. She swallowed hard
and mumbled, “I’m fine”.
    “Pleasure to finally meet you, Miss
Collins,” the woman offered her a perfectly manicured hand, which
Rita held out of good manners. Her brain shut down. “Mr. Ferguson
asked me to conduct your interview. I’ll do my best to put you at
ease.”
    I doubt this golden goddess will succeed in
doing that.
    “Thank you, miss...”
    “Oh, silly me. Alexa Harris. Please call me
Alexa.”
    She led Rita down an endless corridor until
they reached a wooden door. When she opened it, Rita stepped into a
spacious meeting room big enough for thirty people. There wasn’t
anyone there. Apparently, the whole floor was deserted.
    “This is Mr. Ferguson’s private meeting
room. Actually, this is his private floor. Nobody will disturb us
here.”
    Rita’s step faltered. She was unsure whether
she felt relieved or worried knowing she was alone with that woman.
She looked too perfect to be real. And definitely too attractive
for Rita’s peace of mind. Alexa’s phone buzzed and she smiled
broadly as she read the message.
    “Mr. Ferguson