Her heart is pounding. The brass doorknob turns, and a bored face appears.
Mr. Sorkin wants to see you in the red dress. You have five minutes.
Its always that way. He summons. She appears. Like some twisted genie fantasy.
She hurries. It doesnt do to keep him waiting. There is no putting off the inevitable. Maybe he just wants to talk tonight. He fucks her far less often than his underlings imagine. And she knows they imagine it a lot. She can tell by the hungry looks they give her. But theyre afraid of him. Theyd never dare to cross Victor.
As he leads her to Victors luxurious upstairs suite, her escort tightly grips her upper arm. Like shed run off. When shed first arrived at the remote compound, shed quickly figured out that theres nowhere to go.
At the heavy carved-wood double doors, her escort stops and knocks.
Come in.
Jennys stomach drops as the door swings open.
Hello, pet.