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    Maybe what drew Mily to her career choice was the fact that her mother had always been so vehemently against women expressing their sexuality. Once she had started to accuse her daughter of being sexually promiscuous, her assumptions slowly but surely became a reality. Mily laughed to herself under her breath, picking up her clothing from the ground and pulling everything on as quietly as she could manage. She glanced out the window of Stephens’s gaudily decorated master suite.  There’s something beautiful about this city at night,  she thought. Something Los Angeles couldn’t quite offer.
    She grabbed her heels, sliding them on as she examined the wad of money in her hand. It didn't matter how long she had been doing it, every time it came time for her to take the money, she’d hesitate for a moment before stuffing it deep inside the pocket of her designer trench coat – a gift from one of her wealthier clients.
    As Mily tip-toed towards the door, she stopped to take a long steady look at Stephen as he slept – stretched out and tangled in the sheets. He stirred awake, reaching for Mily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
    “ Shit,”  Mily whispered under her breath.
    "Em?" Stephen called out, his voice hoarse and heavy.
    Mily sighed. As usual, she had just barely managed to slip through the door.
    "Yeah?" she asked him, leaning over his naked body.
    "C'mon," he begged, reaching for her hand, "just stay"
    Mily shook her head. They had been through this before. That wasn’t part of her job description.
    "You know I never do Stephen." she said, reaching over to let him momentarily hold her hand.
    "I know, I know," he managed, rubbing his furrowed brows.
    Finally, he let go of Mily's hand, smiling at her softly as she straightened herself up and exited his room. She made her way to the elevator, stepping inside and pressing the button for the lobby. Once at the bottom, the doors opened and she stepped out, smiling at the man behind the front desk. His name was Louie and Mily had gotten to know him quite well. He was always so kind to her despite knowing why she came and went so often.
    "Let me call you a cab,” he said to Mily with a slight smile.
    She shook her head.
    "No thanks," she said sweetly, "I'm actually going to walk. I’m headed to the Galewood."
    "How is your wife?" she asked, changing the subject.
    Louie smiled softly. He had told Mily two weeks ago that his wife was undergoing chemotherapy for breast cancer. The fact that she had remembered touched him, but that was just the type of woman she was.
    "She's getting better, thanks for asking."
    Mily smiled, patting his arm lightly.
    "Have a great night." she told him, walking off into the distance.
    "Be safe!" he called after her.
    It was an unusually cold night for California but Mily didn't mind. The cold air nipped at her face and hands – but in an odd way, it made her feel alive. She stuffed her hands in the deep pockets of her trench coat, caressing the wad of money. Two thousand dollars. A month’s rent in exchange for her time, body and companionship.
    Seems like a fair trade,  Mily thought to herself as she walked towards the dimly lit bar in the distance, pondering everything she could buy with the money. The first time she had slept with her very first client, she was taken aback when he offered her money. The truth was – Mily had thought they were on a date.
    "I can't take this," she insisted, shaking her head, "I'm not a hooker.”
    The man laughed as though Mily had told him the funniest joke ever.
    "Money's on the dresser," he said simply.
    That was the moment that changed everything. The moment Mily fell in love with money but more importantly, what it could offer her.
    Suddenly, the cover band shifted over to a softer song, drawing Mily away from her thoughts.
    “Dance with me,” she whispered, standing up and extending her hand to Leo.
    He didn’t particularly like dancing, but he wasn’t going to turn down an