want it most. I claw the leather chairs and grit my teeth. I arch my bac

nd my soul through such a gauntlet of emotions. All I know

lie there feeling my heart bang against my chest. I slowly pull the seat into the upright position. No one seems

et dressed again. The blonde stewardess serves me a glass of cold water as

him. I straighten my posture and give my boss the full attention he deserves. “Y

expect of m

et and pulls out a gold coin.

ry and I know it’s worth a

with owning every gold mine he can possibly get his hands on.” Mr. Peak puts the coin back into his pocket and takes a sip of his Vodka. “Some of my spies tell me that Mr. Lovell is about

Mr. Peak?” I ask ever r

arrive at Mr. Lovell’s estate, he will want to f**k you. Your job will be simple - get him drunk, find out the name of that junior mining company and then come back to me with that informa

to please Mr. Peak. “

My boss reaches into a bag and pulls out what appears to be a horse whip. He walks

he edge of the whip and points it right at my neck. He leans in and growls, “Under no circ

s,

t while he strokes my hair. I want to show him that I am his loyal servant. While we cuddle,