Meeting of old friends

"Luke, no…" Erica rushed to the door, her hands slamming against the hardwood. "You can't do this to me. Let me go."

She pounded on the door again and again. Her cries echoed through the house, but no one came to her aid. Her strength faltered, and her fists slid down the door. "Please… someone help me…"

Silence.

A sob tore from her throat as she turned and slumped against the closed door, her body shaking violently. She hugged her knees, burying her face in them.

Two billion dollars.

Working in a nightclub, serving drinks, entertaining strangers—it would take a lifetime for her to earn that kind of money.

She regretted taking money from him. Luke wasn't just asking her to serve drinks. He was selling her, piece by piece.

A fresh wave of tears spilled down her cheeks as she whispered brokenly, "Mom…Please help." 

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