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It was when he had gone that she noticed the wand of hundred dollar bills lying on the bed. There was something different about him today. Like he was angry at her, and then she remembered him saying something about her being with someone else when he came and she made him wait. She was confused, this was her f*****g job, and she did not belong to him. She some how felt uneasy about taking his money but she needed it. It was ten thousand dollars, which was exactly what she earned in a month. What did she care, she already had the money, she might as well just spend it.
She laid back down, exhausted and drained. For the first time since she started working there she thought about her decision and wondered if she made a mistake. He had called her a w***e, others have too but hearing it from him hurt her a little. She shook her head as if to shake off the hurt, she had come this far without any regrets and she was going to push forward and not let ordinary words from strangers get to her. It just dawned on her that in both their two encounters, he had not kissed her on the lips, not even once. Some did, others did not, and just wanted to get it over with. She had been careful to avoid kissing any of them. She felt it was personal and more intimate for her and that is why she came up with different ways to keep them entertained and distracted. She made a mental note to pick up some birth control pills from the clinic in the brothel. Madam Fernanda had created a little room in the building which served as a small clinic where the girls were regularly checked and inspected for diseases. A requirement for becoming a client of The Beau was getting tested by the middle aged doctor who she employed there. She did that to make sure everyone coming in to her brothel was safe and free from health challenges.
She had one more client before she called it a day. She was glad it was some old politician who would not demand much from her. As she humped on top of him while he lay there like a sack of potatoes, she suddenly felt like she was cheating on Marcelo. They did not know each other's names as it was signed in the contract that clients can not exchange names with the girls. She was glad when the old guy came in just a few minutes. She quickly dashed out of the room before he even realised where he was again.
She was glad when she made it to her car in one piece. She had been able to save up for a car. She had enrolled her sister in one of the best schools in town and she was saving up for her college tuition. When she saved up enough, she was going to quit The Beau and open her own luxury clothing store, or even go to college who knows. All that was not important at the moment, as she just wanted to go home and soak in a warm bath.
She was glad she worked in the night hours, otherwise she would have missed her sister's Founder's Day celebration. She drove her sister to school that beautiful morning. She went with her natural blonde hair, minimal make up and she was happy to be fully clothed. She felt like a totally different person whenever she was outside The Beau. She was an introvert and a bit of a loner and so she just sat in one corner looking around like a lost child. She had heard that the owner of the school was late, and now his twenty eight years old son looked after the school. And today they were celebrating the anniversary of the school as well commemorating the death of the school's founder. The event was hosted in the school's open field and the beautiful morning breeze made it feel like the perfect choice of venue.
While the principal was giving his speech, a fleet of black shiny cars started trooping in to the field. Elena counted ten cars and rolled her eyes wondering what the show off was for, at a high school for that matter.
She heard the principal say ' umm..ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the Late Mr Diego's son, Mr Marcelo Diego the founder of this beautiful institution.
All eyes turned as Marcelo stepped out of the car and headed to the podium followed by an army of men in black suits. Everybody was clapping except for Elena who sat wondering what kind of pompous show off the guy was. He even had to wait for them to get his car door for him. And she could not see him clearly as he was walking in the middle of his guards. She suddenly froze when she saw him mount the podium and face the crowd. He wore dark sunshades, a white button up shirt and black suit pants. He looked like a sexy drop dead gorgeous banker. She noticed that he did not roll up his sleeves like he used to. What a fool she had been going to seat at the front row. She had wanted to seem like an attentive and responsible guardian and this is what she gets. It was too late to switch places and attracting attention was the worst thing she could do now. She sat still, hoping he would not recognize her. She mindlessly reached for her sister's hand and held it. She did not look up as he started his speech.
' thank you thank you' he said.
' i do not like long speeches and i am a very busy man so i'll make this short. The most important thing about today is celebrating my father who appreciated education and loved children. To me he is still the original founder, and the best father. Can we rise for a minute to for a moment's silence for my dear father'. He surveyed the crowd as they all stood up. He saw the blonde in front and looked away and then he looked back at her. Was he now seeing her because she had been on his mind all night. Or maybe the blonde just resembled her. He had to be sure he was not seeing things. He kept his eyes on her face throughout the minute's silence.
When everybody had taken their seats he said ' a big thank you to all of you who made it out here, please enjoy the rest of the event'
As he left the podium, he whispered to Max who stood behind him ' get me the blond in the front row'
' yes sir' he said.
He entered his car and they drove out to the front gate and waited for max to fetch the girl. He lit a cigeratte as he waited. While the other parents were chatting and enjoying the refreshments, Elena sat at a corner sipping on her apple juice, glad he did not recognise her. How wrong she was.
She saw Max approaching her and she felt her mouth go dry.
' hi, the school's founder would like to see you'
' me'
' yes, you'
' why?'
' i think you should come with me first'
' i am not going anywhere with you'
' my boss wants to see you ma'am'
' go tell your boss to come here and see me'
Max did not want to create a scene and so he called Marcelo on the phone.
' What happened'
' she insists that you come yourself '
' Fine. Let her be, "and he hung up.
He smiled to himself. He was definitely going to The Beau tonight.
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