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again?”
     
    Sonia thought about it long and hard.
     
    “I guess, because I really liked the guy, I'd love to see him again. But how could I ever face him if all he thinks of me is someone he had to pay to have sex with. It's embarrassing and I'm ashamed.”
     
    “Don't be, girlfriend. He doesn't know you or anything about you.”
     
    “And he never will.”
     
    Sonia mulled over her night with Damian for the whole of Sunday, knowing he would be back in Washington and would have forgotten she existed. He would have acquired his hotels and that would be that. She tossed and turned all night and when she finally settled into a more peaceful sleep, she was woken by the high-pitched sound of her cell phone. Trying to rouse herself to answer it, she saw it was her boss from the escort agency, Candace.
     
    “Hey, Candace. Do you have another job for me?”
     
    “Not yet, Sonia. I always follow up my new girls to find out how they did, you know, get your point of view.”
     
    “My point of view? Well, I think it went well … for my first job.”
     
    “First and last, I'm afraid, Sonia.”
     
    Sonia sat bolt upright. “What do you mean? Don't say the agency has gone out of business.”
     
    “Well, we'll never go out of business as long as we can keep up our reputation.”
     
    “So, I don't understand. Are you cutting back on your escorts? I know I'm new and everything but the client was happy with me.”
     
    “So happy he called to say how much and to ask if he'd paid you enough and he'd be happy to give you a bigger tip.”
     
    “Oh, that. That was a misunderstanding. The thing is, Candace, we kinda got carried away and in the morning he'd left me money but I swear I never asked for it.”
     
    “That's not the point. In your briefing you were told that we don't pimp our girls and that means – you don't have sex with the client.”
     
    “But the sex was after I'd finished the job.”
     
    “When the job is finished you go home – you don't go to bed. It's a big no-no. It means instant dismissal. Those are the rules, Sonia.”
     
    “But, Candace, it was never explained to me.”
     
    “It was all in the contract. Did you read it through?”
     
    “Well, maybe not all of the small print. I thought the job was just a straight forward escort job, nothing to worry about.”
     
    “You signed the contract, Sonia.”
     
    “I know but…”
     
    “But that means we part ways. I'm sorry. I'll pay you for Saturday but that's it. I'm delighted the client was happy but I have to stick to the rules because I have our reputation to think about.”
     
    “So, just like that, I'm out of a job?”
     
    “Just like that. It's a shame. I had big hopes for you. Goodbye, Sonia.”
     
    Sonia squeezed her eyes shut and knocked her head back against the wall. You idiot , she thought. Then she opened her eyes and looked down at the discarded dollar bills on the floor. They would come in handy after all.
     
    Damn that Damian Hedley , she thought. And damn you again because I still have feelings for you.
     
    He had just lost her a job and was going on to sign a multi-million deal, oblivious to what their night had actually cost her. She had pay her rent and search for another job.
     
    *
    “Someone looks like the cat who got the cream.” Max shook hands with his good friend, Damian, as he joined him for lunch at their favorite haunt on Monday afternoon.
     
    “I don't want to count my chickens until they've hatched, young man, but I think I nailed that meeting at the weekend with Merriman.”
     
    “That's good news. How was your bride for the weekend?” Max asked.
     
    “Who, Sonia?”
     
    “Oh – you remember her name,” Max exclaimed.
     
    “Of course I remember her name. I remember because she was so convincing as my wife. I mean totally. She had the Merrimans eating out of her hands. Such a pro.”
     
    “Glad it all worked out for you,” Max said waving to the waiter to come and take their