Reza looked over at him, concern marring his beauty. “Oh dear! Ward, forgive me if I’ve overstepped.”
“Please, Reza. Think nothing of it. It’s just that I’m new to this and I’m finding it a little harder than I expected. She just seems so vulnerable. I need to find her a suitable home.” Ward shook his head, trying to shake off his peevish emotions. He smiled benignly. “Tell me about your client.”
“He’s a Saudi sheikh with houses in several Western countries including the U.S. He owns numerous slaves who he treats as valuable possessions.” Reza smiled diffidently. “But he does punish them when they require it.” His expression filled with sincerity. “I’m convinced he will cherish her.” He glanced at Teresa, still curled tight on the cot, then back to Ward. “She’s very special.”
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