"Just do your goddamn job. Where else are you going to earn $5,000 bucks for a three hours work?"
Brett Carmody sighed in frustration, then grimaced and pulled the phone away from his ear when his comment resulted in a painful pissed-of shriek of annoyance from the woman on the other end, and peered out the window to appreciate the night skyline. After the noise eventually abated, he returned to the conversation. "I'm not responsible for your impending hangover, however, if you can't make it, I'll send Cassie. Maybe she'll become his new favourite, which would be a pity for you because I'm told Mr Bennett is an extremely generous man."
That threat to her earning potential, accompanied by the mention of her rival, immediately comprehended by Jasmine - at least that was her working name -, she sarcastically responded, "Fucking slave-driver. Fine, I'll go," and ended the call. Brett's profession was an enjoyable and incredibly lucrative one, nigh on perfect if only he didn't have to continually manage difficult women. But then, where would he be without his employees?
New York Elite was in it's fifth year of operation, catering to the wealthiest and most influential men in the …show more content…
That wasn't good for his company's reputation, so he wanted to discover if that attitude carried over to the bedroom, and if he'd soon also be receiving complaints about what could potentially lead to major hit for his own hip pocket. To find out, he'd decided to present Elena with one final date for the night, a virile twenty-nine year old Escort Agency owner named Brett Carmody. When she responded in the affirmative, the thought of how she'd react to the news, and if or not Elena would agree to go ahead with whatever he proposed, which of course she'd be handsomely compensated for, elicited a
Brett Carmody sighed in frustration, then grimaced and pulled the phone away from his ear when his comment resulted in a painful pissed-of shriek of annoyance from the woman on the other end, and peered out the window to appreciate the night skyline. After the noise eventually abated, he returned to the conversation. "I'm not responsible for your impending hangover, however, if you can't make it, I'll send Cassie. Maybe she'll become his new favourite, which would be a pity for you because I'm told Mr Bennett is an extremely generous man."
That threat to her earning potential, accompanied by the mention of her rival, immediately comprehended by Jasmine - at least that was her working name -, she sarcastically responded, "Fucking slave-driver. Fine, I'll go," and ended the call. Brett's profession was an enjoyable and incredibly lucrative one, nigh on perfect if only he didn't have to continually manage difficult women. But then, where would he be without his employees?
New York Elite was in it's fifth year of operation, catering to the wealthiest and most influential men in the …show more content…
That wasn't good for his company's reputation, so he wanted to discover if that attitude carried over to the bedroom, and if he'd soon also be receiving complaints about what could potentially lead to major hit for his own hip pocket. To find out, he'd decided to present Elena with one final date for the night, a virile twenty-nine year old Escort Agency owner named Brett Carmody. When she responded in the affirmative, the thought of how she'd react to the news, and if or not Elena would agree to go ahead with whatever he proposed, which of course she'd be handsomely compensated for, elicited a