“What is it… that you want me to do?” Ju-Won asked.
“I have meetings set up in Los Angeles over the next week with several prominent Japanese businessmen who are interested in purchasing commercial real estate. After showing the properties, I will take them back to the hotel room to complete the negotiations and sign the paperwork. You’ll greet them at the door in your stockings and garter belt, make them feel comfortable, be attentive and nice to them, serve them sake or whatever they’d like. If they end up signing the purchase agreement, I’d like you to… entertain them for the evening.”
Ju-Won let the words sink in. There was a long silence in the room. Tears began to slip down her cheeks. Mr. Curtis used a tissue to dry her eyes.
“Sugar-t**s, what’s wrong? This is a good opportunity
