Well shit.
He has a building named after him.
"Hey, is this, like, all, his house? It has nice towels." I said, fingering the grey towels on a table next to me.
"Ma'am, can we have your name please? Are you authorised to be here?" Some crappy looking bodyguard in a suit with sunglasses and a little earpiece asked me in a very assertive tone. "I-I-I'm..." Shit, i didn't have a stage name!
"I'm Eva..?" The words were spoken as I thought them.
"And Mr. Jameson knows me. Just tell him he called me 45 minutes ago and he'll know me, I swear. I'll wait here. Go! Go ask!"
He sighed and walked into a corridor off to the left in front of me.
"So." I walked over to the receptionist. " What is this place?"
She looked at me as if I was a kid, which technically I was, and waited about 10 seconds before answering me. She was beautiful, brown curly hair and big eyelashes.
"The bottom 4 levels are private offices, the middle 8 are for Jameson. Co and the top 4 are Mr. Jameson's home and.....the quarters.
"Quarters?" I asked
"Yeah. I live there, all the girls do. It's how the business works." She continued typing.
"What business?"
"His. Business." And it's none of your business. Goodbye.
"Miss....Eva?" The bodyguard was back down. I nodded.
"Mr. Jameson will see you now."
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RomanceEll is 15, going on 16, and she runs away from home with $45 and a bag of clothes. Can she make it in the real world, even in the most undignified of ways, or will she stay true to the only person she's ever loved? X Mature Content X X This story co...
