“I – I am a student. I’m a Creative Arts undergraduate at UCLA,” Vivian said, trying to keep her voice steady, lest he noticed how terrified of him she was.
“Are you from a wealthy family?” Raymond asked her.
“Me? No, why would you think that?”
“Because someone is willing to pay millions of dollars to get you out of here tonight.”
This piece of information brought Vivian so much joy that she couldn’t hide her relief and excitement.
“Are you serious?” She gushed. “Someone is about to pay to get me out of here?”
“That’s what I said,” Raymond confirmed. “The same person that sold you to us is now asking to buy you back for whatever amount we want, and that struck me as odd.”
“Oh.”
“Why would she sell you to us and then change her mind? What if you had been killed? And why does she wa
