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sister.”
    There was something about Faye Ogden that piqued Enid’s curiosity. “Is she passing?”
    Faye nodded. “Are you?” she asked, knowing she’d surprised Enid when her expressive eyebrows lifted.
    “No. If they don’t ask, I don’t tell.” Reaching into her handbag, she took out two envelopes and placed them on the table next to Faye’s place setting.
    “I’m hosting a party in Soho this weekend. I’d like you and your friend to consider attending.”
    “Why?”
    “I’d like a little diversity.”
    Shaking her head, Faye stared at the famous murals. “You need diversity.” Her gaze swung back to Enid. Pleasure Seekers needed women of color and she needed money for CJ’s appeal.
    “You’re right, Faye. I do need diversity. I’d like you to come to the soiree because it will give you the opportunity to meet my clients and the other social companions who work for P.S. And I’d like you to consider the possibility that you can earn upward to five thousand dollars a day as one of my exotic jewels.”
    “How much would I get?”
    “Forty percent.”
    Faye sat up straighter, an expression of satisfaction shimmering in her eyes. Pleasure Seekers needed black women and she needed money—a lot of money.
    “Make it fifty and I’ll think about it.”
    A powerful relief filled Enid as she extended her right hand, and she wasn’t disappointed when Faye took it. She knew she was in no position to negotiate a difference of ten percent. It was either fifty or nothing.
    “Everyone who signs with Pleasure Seekers receives a thousand-dollar tax-free signing bonus. For everyone you refer and we sign, you’ll get an additional thousand-dollar bonus.
    “You’ll have to attend an orientation session where you’ll be apprised of what is expected from you as a social companion. There are also documents that will require your signature.”
    “What kind of documents?”
    “Tax and bank information. Payments will be processed through electronic deposits, and at the end of the year you will receive a ten ninety-nine for your gross earnings. Your bonuses, of course, will be tax free.”
    Faye felt a newfound respect for Enid. She had what she’d overheard young kids say, that she had her shit wrapped mad tight. There were other questions she wanted to ask her, but decided to wait for the party and orientation.
    Their entrées arrived and Enid and Faye ate while discussing local and international news, films and the scandal involving a senator’s wife. Someone had uncovered evidence that as a college student she’d played major roles in several hard-core porn films.
    Enid touched the corners of her mouth with her napkin. “All she has to do is admit to the accusation, then go on with her life.”
    “Do you think it’ll be that easy for her?” Faye questioned.
    “It will if she tells the truth. No one respects a liar.”
    Faye agreed with Enid. Once she had confronted her ex-husband about his discretions, he didn’t lie to her. His admission diffused her rage, and made it easier for her to face reality and move on with her life.
    Now her reality was that she needed money for her brother’s appeal, and Enid had come to her with an offer she couldn’t refuse.
    She would work for Pleasure Seekers long enough to earn what she needed to pay the attorney to overturn her brother’s rape conviction, then she’d focus on setting up her own advertising agency.
    Her mouth curved into an unconscious smile. She couldn’t wait to call Alana and tell her about Enid Richards.

CHAPTER 11
    “L anie, baby. Wake up! I’ve got good news for you.”
    “What?” she mumbled.
    “I made it, baby. I’m going to Europe with the band.”
    Rolling over, Alana sat up, blinking against the light coming from the lamp on Calvin’s side of the bed. “What?” she repeated, suddenly wide awake.
    She stared into Calvin McNair’s dark eyes before her gaze inched lower. She loved his firm lips, dreaded shoulder-length hair and