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convinced him that he was making the
right investment. And after all, that was the only way that a real businessman
could look at his transactions. It wasn’t a matter of being moral or ethical,
instead, he saw everything as risk versus benefit. In this case, he could amass
an even greater fortune for a few day’s work and minor risk, or he could be
caught, and spend the rest of his life in jail, or worse, depending on the
country of capture, end up shot by firing squad.
    When the request
was first made from the buyer, he had said that he’d hate to put a price tag on
a person’s life. But then, when the buyer threw out the figure, he was
confident such a price covered it.
    He checked his
watch again.
    It was 9:15.
    He should have
heard by now.
    Andrew walked
toward his private lift. Sarah remained on his bed, sensually lying on her side,
naked as the day she was born, a look of pleasure mingled with guilt abjectly
painted on her face.
    He smacked her
bare ass, and she turned around and sat up immediately.
    “Hey, that hurt,
you asshole!”
    He ignored her
complaint. “Sarah, I need something from you.”
    “Anything for you
Andrew.”
    “Good, I’m going
to need the precise date your father’s going to release his statement.”
    She sat up,
looking serious for the first time that day. “You know about the development?”
    “Of course I do.
Why did you think I seduced you?”
    A frown crossed
her face, and for a moment, Andrew thought she was going to cry. He’d not
expected that of her.
    The thought made
him happy.
    “You planned this
entire thing, because you wanted to know when my father’s going to come out
with the news on Worthington Enterprises?”
    “That’s right,”
Andrew said cheerfully.
    She frowned.
“That’s what this was about, wasn’t it? You never loved me? You wanted to know
protected information.”
    “Yes.”
    “Well you can get
fucked. I won’t do it. Besides, do you realize that you and I could both go to
prison if we were even caught talking about such things? Don’t you know what
that sort of information will cause on the stock exchange?”
    “Insider trading
at its grandest scale!” he replied.
    She laughed.
    “Of course you
do. And with the amount of money I’m sure you could move on it, the
investigators would quickly track it down to me. So no, you can find another
whore to fuck!”
    She went to slap
him, but he caught her hand. There was no way he was going to let her, a woman,
strike him in the face.
    “Here Sarah, have
a look at these pictures I had taken last night specifically to remember you by.
I wonder what all those trashy mags would think about publishing these images
of the world’s richest and most prominent feminist.”
    Sarah dipped her
head as she scanned the pictures he placed in front of her.
    Andrew saw with
more than a little pleasure, that it was the third picture that made her
realize her mistake. It wasn’t being tied spread-eagled, or the marks on her
wrists and back from where she’d struggled that had done it for her.
    No, it was the
image of her face begging for him. A suppliant resolution that she’d accepted
her fate, as the weaker sex.
    To be abused.
    He looked at her
beautiful face. There were tears in her eyes and she looked miserable, but
there was something else too. He thought he’d imagined it at first, but the
more he examined her countenance the more he realized it was there. It was
relief. She had been in control her entire life, and he’d made her lose it.
    “It’s August, the
23rd.”
    There were tears
in her eyes.
    “Good.”
    Andrew looked at
his security guard who’d walked into the room. “Trent, please see this woman
out.”
    Sarah quickly
attempted to get dressed while the security guard grabbed her.
    “Oh, and Sarah…”
    “What?”
    “I’ll be in town
again in two weeks.”
    She stared at him,
understanding slowly dawning on her.
    “You will come to
me.” A Machiavellian grin crossed his face. “In the