Confessions of an Elite Prostitute

Chapter 6: Sam Wilson and His Ambitions

I watch the events in the brothel with growing concern. Thomas's death has drawn too much attention to us. The police, the mafia, the press - everyone is now watching our every move. And among all these people, one stands out — journalist Sam Wilson. He is like a shadow that glides through the corridors of a brothel, asking questions and trying to penetrate the innermost secrets.

Sam is young, ambitious, and clearly not going to back down. His eyes are burning with sensationalism, and the questions are becoming more acute and personal. I notice him talking to the girls, studying the surroundings, as if trying to piece together a single picture.

One morning, when I go down to the living room, I see Sam sitting in the corner with a notebook and pen. His eyes are sharp and attentive, and I know that he has already gathered a lot of information.

"Anna," he says to me as I approach. — I'd like to interview you." You could talk about your life in a brothel, your feelings and thoughts. This could be a central part of my material.

I pause for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. On the one hand, an interview can draw even more attention to my character, on the other hand, it is a risk that can reveal my secrets. But at the same time, I feel like I can use Sam to my advantage.

— Why me?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady and calm.

"I see not only resignation in your eyes, but also strength and determination. I think your story can be very interesting for readers.

I pause, looking at him. His sincerity seems almost convincing, but I know that behind it lies the desire to get a sensation at all costs.

"Okay," I finally say. — But I'll only say what I see fit. And no personal details that might harm me or others.

Sam smiles, and there's a twinkle of joy in his eyes.

"Of course," he says. — I respect your boundaries.

We make an appointment for an interview the next day. I think carefully about what I will say, what details I can reveal, and what should remain hidden. I know in my heart that this is a risky move, but I hope that I can benefit from it.

The next day, sitting across from Sam, I start talking about my life, choosing my words carefully. I'm talking about New York as a city of opportunities and dangers, a brothel as a place where you can survive if you know how to adapt. But of my plans for revenge, of my alliance with Victor, of the dark secrets that lie hidden within the walls of this house, I am silent.

Sam asks questions, sometimes sharp and uncomfortable, but I deftly avoid direct answers, directing the conversation in the right direction. I feel that with each word I strengthen my position in his eyes, I become for him not just an object of interview, but also an interesting interlocutor.

When we're done, Sam thanks me and promises that my story will be presented in the best possible light. I am left alone with my thoughts, thinking about what this interview will lead to.

As the days go by, I notice more and more that Sam is starting to pay special attention to me. His questions become more personal, and his views become more intense. I understand that he sees me not only as a source of information, but also as an interesting person that he wants to solve.

Meanwhile, the situation in the brothel is heating up. Elizabeth increasingly looks worried, and Karen shares her fears and doubts. I try to support them, but I know deep down that my own goals and plans may be more important than their well-being.

Meanwhile, I continue to monitor Michael's investigation and Victor's actions. Their confrontation is becoming more and more obvious, and I feel that something serious is going to happen soon. Perhaps this will be my chance to move forward in my plans.

But every time I close my eyes, I see Thomas's face, and then Dimitri's. Anger and a desire for revenge reignite in my soul, reminding me of why I started this dangerous journey.

I know that there are new challenges and dangers ahead of me. But I'm ready for them, because I've already gone too far to back down. My life is now a series of risky steps and dangerous decisions, and I have to move forward, no matter what.

However, in my heart of hearts, I am beginning to realize that the price of this path may be too high. And someday I will have to answer for my actions. Perhaps in front of others, and perhaps in front of herself. But until that day comes, I will move forward, driven by the desire for revenge and the hope of redemption.

At the same time, I can't help but admit that I have mixed feelings about Sam's interest in me. On the one hand, I see him as a potential threat, on the other — perhaps he can become my ally or even something more. But now is not the time to give in to feelings — revenge should be my main goal.

This is how I move forward, balancing my desires and the need to be careful. Every day brings new challenges, new dangers and new opportunities. And I must be prepared for any turn of events in order to protect my interests and achieve my goals.

I watch the events in the brothel with growing concern. The conflict between Elizabeth and Victor is becoming increasingly apparent. Their confrontation is like a storm that is about to engulf us all. I feel like I'm caught between a rock and a hard place, knowing that any decision I make could be fatal.

Elizabeth locks herself in her office more and more often, and when she comes out, her eyes are full of determination and anger. Victor, on the other hand, tries to show calm and confidence, but I notice how tense his shoulders are, how harsh his words sound. They both see the brothel as not just a place to earn money, but also a battlefield where the issue of power and influence is resolved.

One evening, as I'm returning to my room after another client, I hear muffled voices from the hallway. I look out cautiously and see Elizabeth and Victor standing across from each other, as if ready for a fight. Their faces are contorted with anger, and their words are harsh and harsh.

— You have no right to interfere in my affairs!" Elizabeth shouts. — This brothel is my brainchild, and I will decide how to run it!"

"Your methods are outdated," Victor replies icily. — You can't ignore the new realities. I offer you cooperation that will benefit both of us, but you persist in refusing to see the prospects.

- Prospects? Elizabeth laughs bitterly. "Your prospects are just a way to subdue me! You want to turn this brothel into a hangout where your rules rule!

I step back, trying not to be noticed. Their argument seems increasingly dangerous to me, and I realize that I must find a way to use this confrontation to my advantage. But how to do this without attracting too much attention?

Over the next few days, I watch Elizabeth and Victor's every move carefully, trying to understand their weaknesses. Elizabeth is strong with her determination and experience, but her pride can be her undoing. Viktor is calculating and cold-blooded, but his desire to control everything and everything can lead to fatal consequences.

Meanwhile, Karen shares her fears with me:"Anna, do you see what's going on? We're all in danger. Elizabeth and Victor are ready to go to any lengths to win. I'm afraid we'll be caught between two fires.

I look at Karen and know she's right. But at the same time, I see this conflict as an opportunity to advance my revenge plans. If I can play on the contradictions between Elizabeth and Victor, maybe I can gain an advantage.

However, every time I think about my actions, images of Thomas and Dimitri pop up in front of me. Anger and a desire for revenge reignite in my soul, reminding me of why I started this dangerous journey.

Meanwhile, the situation in the brothel is heating up. Girls start to worry, clients feel tense and increasingly refuse to visit. I am aware that if the conflict is not resolved soon, the brothel may cease to exist, and with it my chances of revenge.

I decide to talk to Elizabeth. Choosing my words carefully, I state my thoughts."Elizabeth, I can see that a conflict with Victor could destroy everything you've created. Perhaps a compromise should be found?

She looks at me for a long moment, and I can see the struggle of contradictions in her eyes. Finally, she answers:"A compromise?" With this person? You don't understand how dangerous he is! He won't stop until he gets it all!

I nod, understanding her concerns, but at the same time knowing that inaction can be even more dangerous.

Soon I decide to talk to Victor, too. His reaction is more subdued, but I can see the same determination in his eyes as Elizabeth's."Victor, you must understand that an endless conflict is not going to lead to anything good," I say. "The brothel is suffering, the girls are scared. Perhaps we should look for solutions that will suit both sides?

He looks at me with interest, as if assessing my sincerity.— You're offering me a compromise?" — What is it? " he asks. — But do you know what's at stake?"

I answer firmly:— I know. But I also know that you can achieve so much more together than you can alone.

Victor thinks for a moment, and I can see a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Perhaps I managed to plant in his soul the seed of the idea that compromise can really be a profitable solution.

But deep down, I know that this is just the beginning of a long and dangerous journey. The conflict between Elizabeth and Victor is too deep to be resolved in simple words. Still, I am ready to go forward, using all my skills and cunning to achieve my goals.

As the days pass, I can feel the tension in the brothel coming to a head. Every day can be crucial, and I need to be prepared for any turn of events. But so far, I do not know exactly how the fate of this confrontation will develop, and who will come out of it as the winner.

Nevertheless, I do not lose hope that I can benefit from this conflict. After all, in a world where power and money rule, even the most dangerous storm can become a tailwind for those who know how to manage it.

Yet in my darkest moments, I wonder if my revenge is worth the sacrifice. Can I continue to live with the weight of the past, with the weight of my actions? Or will I forever remain a prisoner of my memories and my decisions?

These questions do not find an answer in my soul. The only thing that matters to me right now is to go forward without looking back, without letting my doubts stop me. Even if this path will lead me to the abyss — I am ready for it, because I have already come too far to retreat.

But in my heart of hearts, I know that the price of this path may be too high. And someday I will have to answer for my actions. Perhaps in front of others, and perhaps in front of herself. But until that day comes, I will move forward, driven by the desire for revenge and the hope of redemption.