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Chapter 9
AMBER'S POV "I need someone to warm my bed tonight!" replied the baritone voice of Sir Phillip from the other line. I was just about to speak, but he had already hung up on me. I bit my lip. Will that man disturb my sleep just because he lacks a s****l partner? It was already ten at night, and I was starting to feel sleepy. I glanced at the cellphone that James had handed over to me. There were female names in the contacts. Since my boss had specific preferences when it came to women, the girl I was about to send had to meet his standards. I feel like what I'm doing is illegal, and I'm a pimp. James gave me a notebook and listed the new sets of call girls that could be sent. These are the women who have been tested for HIV, hepatitis, tuberculosis, and other contagious diseases. Sir Phil
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